Shen Ruojing stayed quietly in the small Shen Residence alone.
She sat on the sofa in the living room and showed no joy or sorrow on her face. No one could tell what she was feeling.
Emotions had never been a thing in her life.
It was like back then when Chu Cichen mysteriously vanished, she didn't fall into depression and only found the matter strange. If Chu Cichen really wanted to abandon her, there was no need for him to eliminate all traces of his existence.
This was also the reason why she wanted to look for Chu Cichen. She wanted to ask him clearly what his reason was.
Shen Ruojing took a cup of hot tea at the side and drank two sips of it.
The tea she drank was warm, yet she still felt a bone-piercing chill.
Those words spoken by Chu Cichen were like stabs that pierced her heart.
A person like her wasn't worthy of forgiveness.
Shen Ruojing then lowered her eyelids and smiled in a self-mocking manner.
