After saying all these, Qiao Xiaon'an finally turned her head back.
At this time, no one was in the elevator. She extended her slender finger onto the elevator's up button and gently pressed it down.
The floors passed by one by one, the red numbers displayed above also decreasing gradually; 35, 34, 33, 32…
Chu Nantian gazed at her petite figure, yearning to rush over, hold her tight, and tell her that he still loved her. He regretted. He had been wrong. He had hurt her. He had lost her.
But for some reason, under her continuous rejections, he didn't have the courage.
He silently clenched his fist until the number displayed above turned to 1.
During these few tens of seconds, Qiao Xiaon'an had been standing with her arms folded, watching the elevator door change from being tightly closed to a "ding" sound, and opening. Like magic.
She walked in, turned around, and pressed the button for the sixth floor, heading towards Beautiful Era.
