and often bumped into him in the elevator. He treated her like a stranger, not even giving her a glance. 。Thinking back to the past, Wen Jian always couldn't believe that he would forget their old fe...He was hurrying, the sound of his suitcase wheels scraping against the floor and his shallow breaths reaching her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't speak, silently ended the video call.

When he called again, she didn't answer. She didn't go back to the new villa they had bought together, but instead returned to her old house.

It's not that Lin Zhixuan is overly suspicious, but she has a natural sensitivity to this aspect. She used to often reply to private messages from netizens of the broken bottle, the jagged edges like a collection of sharp knives.Before anyone could react, he had cornered the woman against the wall. The broken end of a half-empty bottle was pressed again...