A man whose heart has grown cold is like standing before an ice mountain; no matter how fervent you are, you can never warm him.
This was the most genuine feeling in Li Jiaqi's heart at that moment.
Silently sitting alone on the rocks by the sea, arms wrapped around her knees.
She sat from noon to dusk without a single phone call.
She stared silently at her phone...
Fixing her eyes on his number.
At this moment, is he in a meeting? Or having dinner with Yan Xiruo?
She didn't want to think about it...
Thinking would only make her sadder...
She didn't know when, but the sky suddenly began to drizzle, the fine rain blowing in with the sea breeze dampening her face and body.
The sky gradually darkened, yet she still didn't want to go back; she didn't know what she was waiting for.
Suddenly, an umbrella was held over her head, and she slightly lifted her chin to look up.
It was a tall silhouette, not He Yingdong.
"Disappointed not to see the person you were hoping for?"
