Then everything would be useless.
She couldn't just sit around and wait for death.
The next day, she sent Gu Nian a text message. I booked a private room in Furong garden tonight. Let's have dinner together.
I'm sorry, sister Jiao. I don't have the time. Gu nianyi's interest was waning.
I have some troubles that I can't tell anyone. Only you know that I like Zhaozheng, and I can only tell you. Can I ask you to just be a listener? I'm really in a lot of pain.
Gu Nian agreed to He Jiao's invitation without much thought.
Recently, her brain had been in a state of shutdown, and she had already lost the ability to think for herself.
That night, when he went to the Furong garden Chinese restaurant to make a reservation, He Jiao had already arrived.
