On the way back, Han Yi was silent. Her hands kept gripping her skirt, her face pale, her mind in chaos.
Chi Xiaoyu sat beside her, constantly trying to comfort her.
Whatever Chi Xiaoyu said, she didn't really hear, her mind occupied with the image of Gong Tingxuan holding Lin Ruoxi earlier.
That image was too shocking.
She never knew that when he held other women, he could be so gentle and considerate.
She wondered if she fell from the car then, whom would he choose to save first?
She reached out and touched her face, all cold with tears.
"Stop crying, your makeup is ruined!"
Chi Xiaoyu handed her a tissue.
Han Yi turned to her, "Why didn't she die? She was supposed to be dead, how is she alive now?"
