Before he left, he had come with a last shred of illusion.
Unexpectedly, he bumped into Wan Donglin here.
He's already made himself at home so quickly?
Besides, this is Xixi's house, and this is my first visit. I knew her address before, but she never lived here, so I never came.
But Wan Donglin showed up here first.
Even though Xixi had been with Wan Donglin before, he had almost never taken Wan Donglin seriously, because he knew she didn't love him.
Xixi never loved him.
But since when had Xixi started sharing a dining table with him?
His gaze swept across the food, the tea… and his face instantly turned pale—more fearful and uneasy than when Xixi was first abducted.
God, this time, he hadn't abducted her—it was peaceful. It was coexistence.
In other words, Xixi had let him in.
Sitting across from each other at meals, warm and affectionate, like a married couple.
How could this be?
Why?
Didn't she claim not to love him? Wasn't she willing to die to get away from him?
