These past few days, Nianyang had been playing way too hard and had almost forgotten that Li Tingyan was leaving.
So when she opened her eyes and found no trace of the man beside her, she was dazed for a few seconds, not reacting, just wondering where he'd gone.
Then she saw the breakfast still steaming on the table next to her—soup dumplings, milk, and eggs—that was what Li Tingyan had ordered for her before he left.
She didn't think much of it, assuming Li Tingyan had just gone to the bathroom, so she got out of bed to eat, but the moment she looked down she saw a slip of paper pressed under the glass of milk.
[Wifey, I've left. Take good care of yourself. If anything comes up, write to me.]
The expression on Nianyang's face froze, and her eyes instantly reddened with anger.
He left. He actually left. Without even saying a word, he just dumped her alone in a strange hotel and walked off like that. That bastard!
