Luo Qiangwei sat with her head lowered, seated on the cold floor tiles, the chill seemingly creeping into her limbs and bones, to the point where she felt like she was about to lose all sensation.
Yet she did not hesitate to say, "Go to Seattle."
"Certainly, Miss Luo, I must also inform you that we are unable to find any arrangements for President Mo in Seattle, nor do we know where he will be staying. After all, Seattle is very large, and you may not be able to find him even if you go."
Luo Qiangwei kept her head down and responded slowly, "Oh, okay."
After a pause, she quickly added another sentence with an unmistakable assertiveness, "I want to go to Seattle, and I will find him."
Mo Shiche.
She silently recited the name of the man she loved for two lifetimes and who hurt her as much, yet she could not let go.
Even if it meant death.
He shouldn't even think about dying alone and unnoticed.
......
Luo Qiangwei had run away from her wedding.
