Fu Xiyao suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness that almost engulfed her.
She didn’t know how Ling Limu survived a year ago, nor did she know how sad he was when he encouraged her to enter C University, all she could think about was Ling Limu’s handsome face in the bar. He was so deep, distant, and silent.
Fu Xiyao felt as if a large palm had grabbed her heart forcefully, causing her every breath to hurt.
Her love made him very tired.
..
Fu Xiyao didn’t contact Ling limu again, and Ling Limu didn’t contact her either. The two of them suddenly cut off contact.
Fu Xiyao lived in the school dormitory and had two more roommates. One was Yang Ting, and the other was GE Jia. They were two girls with good personalities and beautiful looks.
One night after school, GE Jia walked beside Fu Xiyao. “Xiyao, let’s Have Hotpot Tonight.”
Fu Xiyao looked up and saw Yang Ting hugging a tall and handsome boy in the small forest on the school playground.
