Although she had wanted to go back countless times, she ultimately resisted and gave up.
Because she clearly understood, when Zhao'er was not yet conscious, she already had no chance, let alone now.
Although unwilling to accept it, some things must be accepted calmly, yet her heart still ached.
She gently picked up another cup of coffee and softly touched the rim of the cup to her sensual red lips, allowing the bitter coffee to flow slowly into her mouth, difficultly swallowing it...
Ah—
Just that the taste of bitterness was something she was truly tired of drinking. Her red lips barely touched it before she gently set the coffee cup down.
It was night.
Xian Qianling sighed lightly.
Almost unconsciously, Xian Qianling's gaze seemed to be drawn as she slowly turned her head to look through the transparent glass window.
