Meng Xi'er couldn't shield the icy coldness surging from the depths of her heart, a chill so potent it felt as if it could freeze her soul.
She wanted to cry but couldn't understand why.
Didn't she already know how Lu Yebai felt about her?
Even if he harbored a hint of affection, it was so minuscule, almost insignificant.
How could he treat someone he truly loved like this?
She should've understood this long ago, so why did her heart still ache so much?
She trembled, covering her face with her hands, letting out a feeble whimper, her eyes too dry to shed any tears.
Her disillusionment with Lu Yebai was now complete.
No one else in this world could chill her heart this much, time and again.
"Miss Meng?"
The driver called out to her, his voice trembling, "Are you okay?"
"Head to the XX Café."
Meng Xi'er lifted her head, her voice barely above a whisper.
The driver nodded, slowly guiding the car toward the café.
