Feng Sinan had already been waiting here for two hours. In these two hours, Su Xiaoying still had not come.
Time passed by minute by minute. Waiting was the most torturous. Feng Sinan understood better than anyone else that the possibility of Su Xiaoying coming was almost zero.
She would not come.
Feng Sinan looked at the night sky outside. It was already raining. It was a cold autumn rain.
Feng Sinan thought back to the time when she was waiting for him at the villa in Luo Shui Bay. Now, the Wheel of fortune had finally turned. He was waiting for her, and she would not come again.
Feng Sinan took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Su Xiaoying’s number.
Soon, a mechanical female voice sounded on the other end -- ‘Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off.’.
Her phone was switched off.
