"Rou Er, something cropped up here, so I can't see you tonight. Don't worry about me and rest well, you don't have to reply."
In the Presidential Suite on the 27th floor of the Shangri-La Hotel, Yao Rou sat on the bed with a snow-white towel wrapped around her body. Staring at her phone dazedly, her eyes turned red.
The boy who told her that he would come to the hotel room tonight didn't come. After waiting a long time, only this text came.
When she received the text, Yao Rou's heart tightened. For some reason, she felt her heart ache. She loved him to her bones and was willing to live and to die for him. In order to protect anything that belonged to him, she was even willing to give up her life.