"He said he's busy working tonight and won't come back, and you believe him?"
"What else could he be doing?"
"Men..."
...
Su Xiaomeng stood outside the lavishly decorated five-star hotel entrance. The revolving glass door welcomed every incoming guest, and she recalled Cherry's words...
There was still longing and hope in her eyes, yet...
Her husband did not fulfill her longing and hope.
He simply went into the hotel with a woman. Maybe they booked two rooms, maybe the woman was his relative, or a dear friend...
Perhaps nothing happened between them, maybe she was overthinking...
From start to finish, Su Xiaomeng did not enter the hotel, did not go to the front desk to inquire or verify anything.
She was no longer the nineteen-year-old girl who was more naive and reckless than her peers.
Now, almost twenty-three, she had surpassed the maturity and rationality expected of someone her age.
