ts and a simple white shirt. But she was Lu YaoYao, always wanting to look good, even on set. Her white shirt wasn't loose or ordinary, but fitted, revealing a section of her slender waist, outlining...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 netizenso her family, there was still a knot of unresolved emotions within her. So she hoped that with time, it would slowly be digested."Yaoyao, I remember in the beginning, to be with you, to get Grandpa's...