During the four years she pursued Mou Xigu, she had faced numerous rivals—every woman who might become a romantic threat was eliminated by her before they even had a chance to make a move.
Su Yabing was her greatest rival, but she was just one of many.
As long as she went inside now, tomorrow would still belong to her grand wedding.
She was very clear that if forced to choose between her and Su Yabing, Mou Xigu would definitely choose her.
Yet, even though reason gave her countless excuses to enter, she remained motionless in the driver's seat, staring at the continuously operating windshield wipers until the dim sky gradually darkened.
The outside world seemed to have been reduced to nothing but heavy rain.
She looked up at the tall lamp in front of the villa; the rainwater appeared exceptionally beautiful under the orange light.
The sky had completely darkened.
Chi Huan reached for her phone and tapped the screen, which clearly displayed the time on the lock screen.
18:13.
