Xiao Zexin fell into silence.
Gong Jiahua made a valid point.
According to Ruyue's personality, she would find every possible way to locate him.
If she couldn't find him, she wouldn't give up.
Therefore, even without Gong Jiahua's help, she could still find him.
Xiao Zexin sighed and hung up the phone without saying anything.
He was still holding Nangong Ruyue's handkerchief in his hand. He carefully folded it up, put it away, and couldn't help but look at the house opposite.
The window on the second floor across the street was still open.
However, that person hadn't appeared again.
Xiao Zexin kept staring at that window, even though the images in his mind were not good.
But his gaze remained gentle.
He had always been able to control himself, perhaps he could continue to do so until the day he recovered.
Maybe avoiding the problem wasn't the solution; facing it bravely was the way to resolve it.
