"Didn't you say you loved him? That's the love you're giving him? Dirty, hidden and deceptive? Ha, Ning Qing, let's make a bet on whether he will still want you or not!"
Ning Qing but her lower lip hard with her pearly whites. She had broken the skin on her lips and a sweet and metallic taste filled her mouth, but she was unaware.
She sneered and said, word by word, "What does it have to do with you whether he wants me or not? Why should I bet with you? You're just a spectator, an irrelevant person to me!"
"You!"
Ning Qing hung up.
...
Ning Qing sat on the big bed in the room. She stretched out her small hand and wiped her tears away. Then she found the familiar string of numbers and called Lu Shaoming.
Unfortunately, her call didn't go through.
At the other end of the phone was a mechanical and cold female voice — Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy, please leave a message after the beep.
Did he switch his phone off?
