Returning to the hotel, Dong Xin Yan sat on the sofa, dazed for a while. Then her hand couldn't help but reach for her phone. When her hand entered the bag, she suddenly came to her senses and realized what she was doing. She was so startled that she quickly withdrew her hand.
What was she doing? She had promised not to think about it!
Don't think, don't think, don't think!
Unfortunately, if people could truly control their hearts, there wouldn't be so many disappointed people in this world.
She tried to hold back but couldn't. She reached out her hand again and took out her phone.
Similarly, she almost held her breath as she lit up the screen, but the screen was still empty, with nothing there—not even a text from 10086, no spam messages at all...
She didn't really understand herself, what she was hoping for, what she was struggling with.
