Deng Lishan suddenly didn't know what to say.
When she had left, she was so carefree and had resolved never to look back, but as her coursework and work piled up, it diluted her heartache, and the obsession she couldn't let go of surged through like a storm, charging straight for her heart. It was still deep, like a seed that had sprouted, rooting firmly inside of her.
An Lan, "Coward, is there anything else you want to ask?"
Lishan, "No more."
Once hurt, people become cautious and never act recklessly again.
An Lan, "Then, go to sleep."
Deng Lishan put away her phone, staring at the strange WeChat account, wondering why this person had added her but said nothing. This made Deng Lishan's mind suddenly heat up with some speculation, but she dared not believe it easily.
How could he.
He didn't have that kind of leisure or time.
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