Qiaoqiao became melancholic and fell silent.
She looked out the car window with a downcast expression, the scenery receding away in reverse.
Unbeknownst to her, D City had fully entered the golden autumn, and the scent of winter was gradually approaching in the oncoming gusts of cold wind.
Perhaps such a bleak season is most prone to sad occurrences.
Like many years ago when she found out Yuan Yifan had gotten into bed with Chu Nantian, it too was a desolate autumn season.
What a strange coincidence between her and Gu Xu.
However, would Gu Xu have as much good luck as she did?
She had met Amo, who loved and cherished her.
Would Gu Xu meet a woman who loves and cares about him?
Qiaoqiao always felt that even if Gu Xu forgave Chen Jingzi, their unequal marriage wouldn't last for very much longer.
She remained silent, resting her cheek on her hand, her arm leaning against the glass window, her thoughts quiet and still.
Suddenly, she blurted out:
