"He..." Ji Wei's heart was fiercely pierced.
Will he?
She thought he probably would. Even if he no longer loved her, from what she knew of him, he wouldn't just let her suffer without doing anything. He had always wanted to make up to her for the past three years.
But earlier, when she called him, he didn't pick up at all.
"Find an excuse to go out and meet him; after all, you live closer to here. I'll stall for a while longer." Ji Wei held her phone tightly, as if it were her only lifeline.
"Sweetheart, who are you talking to on the phone?"
Not seeing Ji Wei come out for a long time, Zhou Boliang got out of bed, intending to open the door, hearing faint sounds from inside.
Ji Wei was so scared she trembled, quickly turning off her phone, undressing and slipping under the shower: "There's no one, I... I was singing, I like to sing while showering."
The water soaked her hair, and her song drifted out, low, hoarse, suppressing the urge to cry.
