Not far from the club, Jiang Ruolan's calm face finally collapsed. Her footsteps became slower as she unconsciously walked into the corner of the building with no one around.
Her body leaned against the wall, and her bag fell to the ground. The tears she held back finally flowed down her face.
Within just four years, it was as if she had gone through an entire cycle of reincarnation. That clean and handsome man was hugging another woman's thigh for fame and true love. Moreover, he wisely planned and used her by sending her to someone else's bed!
Jiang Ruolan did not want to cry.
She did not want to cry for such a man. Her thousand days of longing and love were shattered in one day. She didn't want to cry, but she had to.
Tears continued to flow like a broken dam. She sometimes raised her hand to wipe the moisture from her face, but in the blink of an eye, her face was once again wet with salty tears.
