Nian Yuyu subconsciously struggled, but her resistance was futile.
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Through the door, silence filled the room.
Jiang Jingyun had just finished slicing the watermelon and was about to put it on a plate when her phone vibrated with a new text message from an unknown number.
[Jiang Jingyun, I don't agree to the breakup. Breaking up is a matter of two people, and it doesn't count if just one person says so.]
Two seconds later, another message came through.
[Yunyun, I'm catching the ten o'clock flight back home tonight. Wait for me at home, let's have a proper talk.]
Jiang Jingyun stared blankly at the screen.
After a while, she came to her senses, deleted the message, and blocked the unknown number, just as she had blocked all of Zhou Yunyan's contact information after sending him the breakup message earlier that morning.
When she came out of the kitchen with the watermelon, Nian Yuyu also happened to come out of the bedroom at the same time.