You two have only been apart for a few hours.
What's more, you were secret lovers from the start.
He's already been good enough to you.
What more could you possibly want to ask for.
Jiang Ruan gave a bitter smile, yes, what more could she possibly want, foolishly dreaming of asking Bao Ye to love her?
Someone like Bao Ye doesn't even love himself.
Much less her.
The more Jiang Ruan thought about it, the more depressed she became, so she simply turned off her phone and stopped looking.
Completely isolating herself from the outside news.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It was eleven o'clock at night, and Bao Ye still hadn't come back.
Jiang Ruan lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Finally, she couldn't resist and turned on her phone.
As soon as she opened it, a flood of news headlines surged up like ocean waves, and the content of the news almost suffocated her.
