Auntie Zhang said, "Song Chuyi brought it home for you when he came back in the afternoon to take a shower. I don't really like the look of it, so I fed it to the dogs. Changqing, you're not unhappy, right?"
Changqing blinked and gave her a thumbs up. "Auntie Zhang, you're really my auntie by blood. Nicely done."
Auntie Zhang felt praised and smiled. "Right—he said he'll be back tomorrow."
"I got it." Changqing went upstairs to shower.
While she was standing under the showerhead, her face still collapsed.
She really didn't think he wouldn't come back after so many days.
It seemed like his feelings for Song Yunyang were way deeper than she thought.
She should really let go of this marriage.
Her eyes felt hot again.
Forget it, this will be the last time I cry.