*
Ning Qing sat on the sofa and waited the whole night.
The food on the table was almost untouched and had already turned cold.
She opened her dry eyes and hugged her legs in pain.
In the end, because she was thinking about the child, she leaned against the sofa and slept for a while.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.
She opened the window. The cold wind was blowing, as if it was going to rain.
Her pale and bloodless face was even paler than the gloomy weather.
Last night, the man's seemingly affectionate words still rang in her ears.
"Ning Qing, all of this will end very soon."
The end?
Was he talking about the story between the three of them?
Her desolate and serene eyes rippled and suddenly drifted far away.
Ning Qing quickly entered Nian lie's study and found her phone in the drawer.
After it was turned on, there was still more than 10% of the battery left.
Without thinking, she rushed to the door.
