Zhao Ying's hand clung to the small box, and she left dejectedly from Yang Ming's villa...
I have used my greatest courage to come here and wait for Yang Ming, but the result of my wait is instead... Zhao Ying tears were like raindrops. She just let the cold wind blow on her face, freezing her crystal tears into ice beads. There was really no disparity.
Not until her eyelashes were covered with ice, and her eyes could not be closed did Zhao Ying regained her consciousness, but she didn't care about it. She didn't care what people thought of her now. She wasn't in the mood to pay attention to this.
After stumbling back home, Zhao Ying finally lost all her strength. She sat on the sofa in a daze...
