Qin Zhenzhen nodded, "Mm-hmm, the call went through, the village chief and others should be arriving soon."
Nan Wan stopped talking, Qin Zhenzhen kept staring at the doorway, as time ticked away, she became increasingly anxious.
She clasped her hands into fists and pressed them against her chest, praying for no secondary collapse.
Nan Wan held an umbrella with one hand, while the other hand hung at her side, nails deeply embedded into her palm.
Her long hair was scattered, her face smudged with dirt, and there wasn't a clean spot on her clothes, yet despite her disheveled appearance, her eyes were clearer than ever.
The sound of raindrops hitting the ground made her acutely aware of a part deep inside her heart slowly breaking apart.
In the past, with those vague pretenses and denials, she couldn't discern her true feelings.
But now, she was very certain that she only wanted to be with him.
No matter what she had to endure in the future, she was willing to embrace it.
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