her mind, after all, it was a completely different world and unrelated people.Back in the dorm, Lin Zhiyao poked her head out of bed listlessly.“Shushu, I left your dinner in the thermos.”"Good. What...He was hurrying, the sound of his suitcase wheels scraping against the floor and his shallow breaths reaching her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't speak, silently ended the video call.

When he called again, she didn't answer. She didn't go back to the new villa they had bought together, but instead returned to her old house.

It's not that Lin Zhixuan is overly suspicious, but she has a natural sensitivity to this aspect. She used to often reply to private messages from netizens Yaoyao greeted everyone one by one, this time she seriously remembered everyone's names and appearances. This memorial service was also a farewell to a way of life for her, stepping out of her comfor...