They lived their own lives, not disturbing each other.
She said it so calmly.
He should have been happy; the hurt he had caused her had finally been erased by time.
It felt as if a rope was tied to his heart, the other end attached to Ning Guiwan. The further she walked away, the tighter the rope pulled, and the more his heart ached.
Ning Guiwan didn't know how long she had been walking; her feet gradually began to ache from the high heels.
She finally remembered to hail a cab.
However, on this road and at this hour, it seemed it wouldn't be easy to find one. The bus stop was nearby. Ning Guiwan waited for a while, gradually drifting into a trance. Her gaze was empty, like an exquisitely crafted doll. Passersby couldn't help but turn back for a second look.
Her phone suddenly rang.
Ning Guiwan paused for a moment before answering, her lovely features tinged with melancholy. "Lai Yang."
