Qiao Anhao pulled a tissue to wipe her hands before heading to the bedroom with her phone in her hands. She laid on the bed, staring intently at the conversation she had had with Lu Jinnian. As she read every word, her heart started to ache, tears clouding her vision.
Lu Jinnian had treated her coldly in the past, but back then she wasn't as sad as she was right now.. Didn't he just miss out on a dinner? Was it necessary to be so upset?
The more she thought about it, the harder the tears streamed down.
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When the hotel came into view, it was already 2 am. After showering, Lu Jinnian laid down on the bed, the image of Qiao Anhao surfacing in his mind. He couldn't help reaching for his phone to stare at the messages she had sent and the call that he had missed, his mood declining.
