It wasn't like her to sit on a public bus, where a one-yuan coin could get her to her destination. Nor was she like Qian Hua, able to wear expensive branded clothes and stand elegantly beside him and his family, neither humble nor arrogant.
The bus slowly started moving, Jing Haohao tore her gaze away from Liang Chen. Staring out the window at the fast fleeting night scenery, pondering how she and Liang Chen belonged to two different worlds. Even if they intersected, they wouldn't intertwine and remain tightly bound. Just a brief encounter, and then drift even further apart.
Just like the casual bank card he handed out to her, which held ten billion yuan, she didn't have the guts to take that money and splurge in a shopping mall. She could only carefully withdraw one thousand yuan from it.
Jing Haohao's eyes turned slightly red.
If not loved, how would one know what the true feeling of love was?
