Yan Rusheng stood tall before the French windows. A pair of malicious-looking eyes stared at the tiny woman who was slowly disappearing from his sight.
A part of his body was hurting; it was… his heart.
He'd felt bitter for a few years over Fang Jiayin's departure. But he'd never felt anything like this before. To the extent that he'd wanted to forsake his pride to beg Xuxu.
Xuxu reached the roadside and left in a taxi.
Goodbye?
Yan Rusheng narrowed his eyes, and a cold gleam flashed through his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled with a wicked grin.
…
Both parties had already parted ways, but rumors of their relationship were still rife.
It rained heavily on Wednesday, and even the heavens didn't seem to be cooperating.
Xuxu was huddled on the sofa watching TV when she dozed off.
After some time, she was jolted awake by her phone.