He did not love her.
What was love and what was not love?
Ning Qing stood on the balcony, the image of her saying that she didn't love him that night lingering in her mind. Her eyes were as deep as the lake, and her expression was so calm that it made one feel sad.
Why did he show such an expression?
And for the first time, he didn't get angry or scold her when she talked back to him.
Ning Qing could not understand his reaction.
Ever since that day, her heart had been in a mess, like a mess that could not be sorted out.
The cell phone in the room rang.
Ning Qing returned to her senses and went in.
It was a call from the hospital.
He was afraid that she had to go for a check-up.
"Hello," he said.
Hello, miss ning. It's time for your second physical examination. May I know if you're free in the next two days? "
Sure enough.
"I'm sorry, I have some private matters to attend to these few days," ning Qing declined.
"That's fine, Yingluo."
