"Wancheng, do you still love me?" Shen Jiu looked at the other end of the phone, not hysterical or emotionally broken, just asking questions like what day it is today.
She knew there were two people on the other end of the phone who heard her, but there was no reply. She asked again, "You chose her, right?" She smiled mockingly, and the answer was as if she knew what she was asking.
After a long time, there was a sigh: "I'm sorry, Xiaojiu."
One sentence completely broke through Xiaojiu's psychological defense. She burst into tears instantly and her figure was crumbling. She stood in the corridor of the university dormitory and cried like a child, but she didn't make a sound.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
