Who would be waiting for her?
The first image that came to Ning Xia's mind was Bo Siyan, but she shook her head the next second in denial.
The sight of his angry departure still vivid in her memory, with his pride, how could he possibly come back to look for her, let alone humbly wait for her?
She laughed at herself mockingly while growing even more puzzled, who could it be...
With furrowed brows, she gave it thought, her heart trembled—could it be her mother?
"Where is she?"
After the falling out with her mother, she had never contacted her again. She resented her mother's selfishness and ruthlessness, and felt immense sadness and grievance.
Yet, she was her only kin; she couldn't possibly truly abandon her.
"Over there," the security guard pointed towards the bushes on the right side of the hotel.
Ning Xia looked in that direction automatically. It was getting dark, and she couldn't see clearly, only making out a huddled figure sitting there.
