The sound of the phone being hung up echoed with a beep beep beep, and Qin Yuyan's heart instantly plunged into endless darkness, beyond redemption.
Although before the call was connected, she had guessed this possibility, yet even so, there was still a small flame flickering in her heart, making her feel there was still a glimmer of hope to fight for.
But Han Yifan's words, like a basin of ice water falling from the sky, extinguished that small flame instantly, leaving no hope for reignition.
With legs as heavy as if filled with lead, Qin Yuyan walked out feeling like a wandering soul, aimlessly drifting in this world.
And in Han Yifan's apartment, silence reigned.
The call had been disconnected for a while now. Facing Xue Panpan's calm face, Han Yifan temporarily found himself at a loss for words.
It seemed that everything he wanted to say to Xue Panpan, he had already said to Qin Yuyan.
Repeating it again would seem so perfunctory and insincere.
"Panpan, I am serious."
