How could she hope?
However, she had no choice but to hope.
"Yes." A short word, but it took a lot of effort to utter, and then waves of cold sweat surged up. Li An'an quickly held onto the railing, and the phone fell and smashed onto the floor.
The night was lonely, and the October air in Beijing had already cooled. The silent air was icy, like an invisible hand soothing her battered heart. Apart from the cold that seeped into her bones, there was nothing else.
The heart that was originally restless and collapsing gradually became clear and bright after receiving this call.
She couldn't marry Xiao Jinping, but she couldn't reconcile with Chun Tianle either. In fact, in life, as long as you've loved and experienced pain, it's already complete. Even if she walked the remaining path alone, it wouldn't be so difficult.
Steady footsteps echoed in the corridor. Li An'an came to her senses and looked over, seeing her father and his secretary.
