After Chen Fan left the room, the room quieted down. The playful smile on Zhang Qianqian's face gradually dissipated, leaving a look of desolation under the light, a hint of gloom lingering in her eyes.
Apparently, in front of Chen Fan earlier, she had hidden her inner sorrow behind a facade.
Leaning against the door, Zhang Qianqian gazed forlornly at everything in the room, motionless for a long while, as if drained of all energy.
The feeling was akin to someone filling their heart with immense hope towards a certain thing, only to have that hope shattered when they finally face it, leaving their heart empty.
Zhang Qianqian wasn't sure when she had started to fancy Chen Fan.
All she remembered was, when she first met Chen Fan, his frivolous flirtation with Susan had branded him in her mind as a toad dreaming of feasting on swan's flesh.
