Zhou Zimu couldn't find the words, and his tears mixed with the rain, sliding down his cheeks.
Jiang Yi withdrew her umbrella, and he was once again enveloped in the rain curtain.
This time, however, Jiang Yi didn't look back as she walked briskly into the interior, her resolute figure gradually disappearing in the veil of rain.
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Inside the private club's VIP room.
Wen Suihan received a WeChat message from Jiang Yi.
The bottle of collectible foreign liquor Xiao Xu had brought was now almost empty.
The group was enjoying lively conversation, the atmosphere staying upbeat.
Only Wen Suihan, holding his phone, his face shadowed in the colorful glow of the screen, looked somber and indiscernible.
When he first received the message, he actually hesitated for a moment.
The scene of Jiang Yi confessing to him in the hospital still lingered in his mind. Although he had shown no emotion at the time, he was deeply moved inside.
