"It's okay, you should go, I'm hanging up the phone."
"Hmm."
Suxin hung up the phone and walked step by step out of the residential complex, getting into driver Lao Zhang's car. Yet her steps lacked their usual lightness, suddenly becoming somewhat heavy. Yuanhang, after all, still occupied an important position in her heart, even though they hadn't ended up together.
Sitting in the car, Ling Yuanhang looked at Suxin's innocent and sweet appearance, his heart feeling a twinge of sourness. He knew her too well. She wasn't the type to fuss over dressing up, but for Chen Ziqian's invite, she had put so much effort into her outfit...
"Xinxin, do you really love him that much?"
The days in winter darkened quickly, though daylight was now increasing. But by the time Suxin got out of the car, it was already pitch black outside.
In front of her was a white yacht, brightly lit with numerous white lights, illuminating it as if it were daylight.
