Ye Xiaomeng finally couldn't hold back anymore. She turned off her phone and then squatted down, hugging herself. Tears flowed uncontrollably. She felt like a coward, unable to face the facts that she vaguely knew were there.
In reality, she had always been afraid that Cheng Yang might suddenly break up with her. So, she turned off her phone. As long as she didn't confront it directly, she could still pretend to be happy.
After calming down for a while, she stood up and started walking on the street, not wanting to go home.
...
Night fell, and she finally turned on her phone. There were dozens of missed call notifications from Cheng Yang and Shu Pan.
She frowned and called back. Soon, Shu Pan's anxious voice came through, "Xiaomeng, where are you? Why was your phone off?"
"Maybe my phone was in my bag and accidentally hit the power button. What's wrong?" Ye Xiaomeng tried to keep her tone light.
