The waiting chair at the high-speed rail station was a bit cool. Zhang Zhaozhao held the ticket in his fingertips and his eyes fell on the scrolling ticket information, but he didn't move. She took a deep breath and dialed He Zhao's number for the last time.
"Hello, He Zhao is drunk, are you okay?" A strange girl's voice came from the other end of the phone, soft and sweet as if she had just woken up.
Zhang Zhaozhao's throat was tight, and what he originally wanted to say stuck on the tip of his tongue. In the end, he only said: "Hello, I... Wish you a happy wedding."
"Thank you!" The girl's laughter came briskly, like a thin needle, gently piercing her last thoughts.
When the busy tone of the phone being hung up sounded, Zhang Zhaozhao slowly lowered his hand, and the moisture in his eyes finally couldn't help falling - this time, the remaining expectation in her heart was completely dead.
And all this is just the beginning of Zhang Zhaozhao's wandering life...
Later, she met Qian Lingling, the only person in the world who gave her warmth. Later, later, she was deceived by this world. The whole world is deceiving her, she is like a thread connecting everyone, everyone follows her to find each other's weaknesses.
She doesn't need anyone and anyone can take advantage of her.
