They meet again in the elevator at midnight.
She was soaked and pale. Her makeup was exquisite and I hated her for ten years.
Mu Yixi used the meanest words to stab her, but he stood at her door every night, raising his hand and unable to knock.
Later, she saw He Yugui eating two-and-a-half yuan buns alone, holding an infusion bottle to collect water, and celebrating his thirtieth birthday alone.
She wanted to ask: Where have you been in the past ten years?
But she couldn't ask.
Because there was something she couldn't understand in the way that person looked at her.
