She turned her head, but when she saw the huge wedding photo that was still hanging on the wall, her heart turned cold suddenly. Xia Yixuan was smiling so perfectly, so effortlessly.
"Sister, he loved me, he hated you."
Xia Ruoxin tasted a faint bitter understanding on her lips. She knew that.
"Sister, are you still hoping that he would love you?"
Xia Ruoxin's heart jolted. She stood up. Yes, she was hoping. Every action he made—every ounce of goodwill he expressed—made the love she had given up on revive again.
The love she felt for this man was unexpectedly deep.
There was a knock on the door, and she hurried forward, thinking it was Chu Lui. Then again, she had forgotten that Chu Lui had no need to knock the door when he entered the room.
"Chu…"
The moment she opened the door, her face changed instantly from anticipation to disappointment.
It wasn't him.
