In the days following the divorce, Ou Lan desperately kept herself busy, ensuring she had no time to think of Zhan Moxiao and Zhan Lingtao, and she almost believed that she could completely forget them.
If they didn't want to see her, then she could also slowly learn not to want to see them anymore.
But today, sitting next to Baili Mu, the word "noble" reminded her of them; once the thought surfaced, it was like a flood breaking free, beyond control.
She recalled so much so much so much.
Her phone still contained the chat app accounts of Zhan Moxiao and Zhan Lingtao, but she'd never reached out to contact them and they'd never initiated contact with her, so she felt embarrassed to do it herself.
How many nights had she stared absentmindedly at those two numbers?
She wondered if Zhan Xiaotuo no longer liked Ou Xiaolan, the brat who spoke of living with Ou Xiaolan his whole life, even wanting a daughter from her, did he no longer need Ou Xiaolan?
