Hotel, presidential suite.
Late at night, at twenty past ten, Qiao Ruoxin felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness. Having taken a shower, she wandered around the room wearing her bathrobe.
Her mind was like a tangled mess, impossible to straighten or clear.
She walked onto the balcony, leaning on the railing, and gazed up at the night sky full of stars, sighing, "This is so hard..."
She didn't want to ruin the 'mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship' with Mrs. Mo, nor did she want to disappoint Mo Chen.
"If we're not going public with our relationship, then let's break up."
The man's voice echoed endlessly in her ears, inexplicably making her feel wronged.
Tears flowed out in an instant, sliding down her cheeks to her chin, and falling to the ground.
It was as if an invisible hand was choking her, suffocating her.
Two years ago, when she and Mo Chen broke up, did Mo Chen also feel this way? Enduring sleepless nights?
