"..."
A farce finally came to an end as Qianxue hugged the package and walked out the office door. She didn't want to make a scene; she wanted to give Liu Yunyun a way out, even though it was targeted at her. Nonetheless, she was satisfied because she finally understood Tian Fan's affection for her—affection that couldn't be bought with money.
Standing in the elevator, looking at the piece of paper with "USA. XX. XX. Yun Muyin" written in bold letters, she abruptly remembered Xu Huai'an, who was currently making his mark in America.
Four years had passed. If nothing had gone wrong, Xu Huai'an should have started his career by now, found a loving wife… Everything should be well. Hopefully, he hadn't changed his smiling demeanor.
"Ding..." The sound of the elevator doors opening interrupted her thoughts, and she walked out, carrying sea produce and dates. Because she was in a rush, she kept her head down as she hurried forward.
