Jing Haohao held her phone, not touching the screen. The screen was stuck on the "payment successful" page, but in her mind, a myriad of images was swirling.
The bedroom was deathly quiet. She was the only one there.
From the European-style wall clock came the ticking sound of the second hand.
After a while, Jing Haohao came back to reality. She saw her phone now blacked out, gently tapped the screen, logged out of her Taobao account, and casually clicked on Sina Weibo. Immediately a news popped up: Qiao Wennuan's wedding was cancelled by the groom in public. She confessed to being a mistress for two years.
Despite everything happening only yesterday, Jing Haohao felt as if a century had passed.
In her life, she had never been as humiliated as she was yesterday. Jing Haohao unconsciously did not want to see it. But driven by curiosity, her finger had already tapped the news article.
