That night, Jiang Yaoyao slept especially peacefully.
When she woke up, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a quiet and cozy glow on the solid wood floor.
The person who had been lying on the sofa was gone, and the bedding was neatly folded.
Jiang Yaoyao got up and instinctively reached for her phone.
She found over a dozen unread WeChat messages, all from Xie Jinran:
"What did you say to Yunxi?"
"I didn't expect you to be so malicious!"
"Unhappy yourself, you just have to make others miserable too?"
"You're just psychologically dark!"
...
Her chat history with Xie Jinran had last been updated two months ago, but now...
She simply and decisively deleted him as a friend.
No sooner had she done so than her phone rang again—this time, it was a call from Xie Jinran.
"I'm outside your residential complex. I need to talk to you…"
"I have nothing to say to you," Jiang Yaoyao interrupted, "Let's just delete each other, thanks!"
