Her aloofness and stubbornness were all worn away in front of him. Hard-earned dignity she had picked up, now she would never look back.....
Lydia resolved not to look back, and truly did not turn back even once.
The late night streets, accompanied only by the dim yellow lights, Lydia raised her brows and exhaled a steady breath.
"Lydia, keep it up. After leaving him, you have to live better, tell Jorge Saxton that without him, Lydia is still a queen, still the one and only Lydia!"
Lydia walked forward in her high heels.
And not far behind her, a car slowly followed, without high beams, quietly accompanying Lydia from behind...
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When Lydia returned home, it was already past midnight. She went up to her apartment and lay tiredly on the sofa.
The place felt a bit stuffy, Lydia rubbed her temples and pulled open the curtains of the French windows, looking at the glowing city, her gaze somewhat deep.
