Wei Anning sat on the carpet, staring blankly at the tightly closed door, lost in thought. When Leng Youchen slammed the door in front of her just now, it felt as though he had also shut the door to his heart in front of her.
The budding, hazy affection that had just begun to sprout between them, due to her escape, had completely vanished, returning to a deadlock once again.
Now, Leng Youchen must hate her to death, right?
Tears rolled down unexpectedly, what should she do next? Unless she stood in front of Leng Youchen with Wei Anjing, he would never believe her words, believe that she was Wei Anning, not Wei Anjing.
But where could she find Wei Anjing?
Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside. Wei Anning quickly wiped her tears and looked up. As the word "Leng" had barely escaped her mouth, the rest of her words drowned in her throat when she saw the person standing at the door.
