Four words, cold and indifferent, yet they landed with a thud.
Ding Rui collapsed onto the ground, her face the picture of utter desolation.
The room was brightly lit, and when Li Fengchang came in to change his shoes, he immediately noticed the girl waiting in the living room.
"Haven't gone to bed yet?" he asked gently, approaching.
Mi Shen smelled a strong scent of alcohol as she watched the man settle into the sofa, his deep-set eyes revealing a trace of despair.
This Li Fengchang was becoming more and more unfamiliar to her.
Mi Shen stood up silently and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water before returning, finding him still lounging on the sofa, looking listless.
Mi Shen approached and handed over the cup of water.
But the man gave her a glance, took the cup and set it down, then casually grasped her wrist.
"Shenshen..." He closed his eyes, his tone intimate and lingering.
