Under the dim light, her face was extremely pale. She sat alone on a long bench for a long, long time, like a wandering soul under the night sky.
Since the night she got drunk, he had noticed that something was wrong with her—she despised alcohol, let alone getting drunk. But that night, she drank excessively.
"Xiaojue..."
He struggled to maintain his composure. "Xixi, are you leaving tomorrow?"
She nodded.
"Is someone going with you?"
She was silent. She opened her mouth as if to speak but then remained silent.
Just as he thought.
Huang Xiaojue immediately understood that the rumors about her breaking up with Wan Donglin were not unfounded.
