Yesterday afternoon, on the national highway, she said to Jian Chenxi, "Since you insist on competing with me, Jian Chenxi, then I will sit and see how you use myths to strike at me!"
She turned around and saw Li Qingshen standing there, his gaze so deep yet so faint.
Suddenly, her heart was in immense turmoil.
She actually wanted to speak up and explain to him, but she found that she couldn't utter a single word.
She could only clench her fists tightly, her nails digging fiercely into the palm of her hand, and then watch him walk away.
Watching his receding figure, she had a premonition, as if by leaving this time, Li Qingshen would never return.
Ling Momo walked downstairs, and as she walked, she felt her heart being fiercely grasped and molded into different shapes by someone, causing unspeakable pain.
It's good... she had become a person on her own.
