He abruptly interrupted her, "Too late! Yan Xixi, it's already too late."
She remained silent.
She felt there was no need to continue speaking.
Indeed, from the moment she fell in love with Wan Donglin— it was destined for them to become enemies.
"Xiaojue, I'm sorry..."
He turned and left immediately.
For the first time in his life, he turned and left before she did—so determined.
At that time, the rain mixed with snow grew heavier.
Yan Xixi stood there motionless, watching his back. Such a tall and upright figure, but it quickly became blurred by the mist and gradually disappeared, hard to see clearly... Time, how terrifying. Some memories, we believe we'll never forget, but in the end, we still become strangers.
She walked forward, forgetting to hail a cab.
Until her feet were unbearably sore from the high heels.
