She ran all the way to the fifth floor and rushed in. She fell onto the sofa and thought of Wei Shuyi's sad expression. The pain spread throughout her body.
"I'm sorry…"
"I'm sorry."
She curled up on the sofa. She didn't cry, but she looked tired and guilty.
The next day, she still had to go to work.
Early in the morning, when she passed by the bin at the entrance of the district, she saw a familiar gift bag beside the bin.
Beauty Wu stopped the car and picked up the bag. She opened it and saw a painting inside.
The flowers were tied with a pink ribbon.
Beauty Wu took off the ribbon and opened the piece of paper. When she opened the canvas, she saw a portrait of herself.
She stared at the painting for a long time.
Finally, she folded the painting and put it in her wallet.