Qiao Yue grew sombre as she reached this conclusion, which showed in her expression.
"I could give you my password if you want. Would that help?" The disappointment on Qiao Yue's face was so obvious that Qiao Yu could not help but feel guilty.
Qiao Yue hummed weakly as she lay in bed, preparing to go to sleep.
It was as if she had seen the light of hope, only to realise it was an illusion. The complete and utter devastation she felt could not be quantified.
Guilt weighed heavily on Qiao Yu's mind. Not knowing what to say, he beat a quick retreat, exiting the room. "Rest well."
Qiao Yue sighed. She picked up her phone and logged into the system through Qiao Yu's account.
