In an instant, Leng Xiaoduan felt as if all her strength had been sucked away from her. Her phone fell to the ground with a clang because she could not hold it tightly.
Her heart was in so much pain that it felt like her soul was about to scatter.
It was so painful that she couldn't even cry.
Every breath he took was like a thousand cuts to her.
It was so painful that it was bleeding.
The door of her house was so close, but she found it difficult to even take half a step.
It was Mrs. Jiang next door who noticed her and helped her into the room.
"Miss Leng, did something happen to you?"
Mrs. Jiang could tell that she was not in a good mood and asked.
"You're feeling cold all over. Put on more clothes. The temperature has dropped at night."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the discarded flyer of the real estate agent in the trash can. Mrs. Jiang asked again,
