She shouldn't have had any expectations, and she should have been happy with his response, yet her heart still plummeted.
He must have been truly infuriated by her today, which is why he answered so promptly.
Good.
Qiao Zhiyi turned off her phone, rolled over, and tears streamed from her eyes, down her nose, soaking into the pillow.
Her heart felt tight, hot, and uncomfortable; she couldn't sleep here.
She put on her clothes, checked out of the room, and took a cab home.
By the time she got home, it was past one in the morning. The things at the doorway were still there; she was debating whether to enter now or to leave first when the door to the safety passage opened.
She was startled.
Shi Jingzhou had half of his cigarette left, his gaze upon her icy cold.
Qiao Zhiyi never expected him to still be here.
She had no idea what to do next.
After thinking it over, she decided not to be the first to speak.
