June in Changsha is as hot as a steamer.
Qiao Qin'er stood at the door of his flower shop "Pinellia Flower Collection", looking at the flashing neon sign of the barbecue restaurant opposite - "Luji BBQ", and a smile uglier than crying appeared at the corner of his mouth.
That's her boyfriend Lu Minghe's shop.
Ex-boyfriend to be precise.
The screen of the phone was still on, and in the WeChat dialog box, Yang Xia's profile picture was a carefully edited selfie, with a filter so thick that it could be scratched off with putty. The message is not long, but every word is like a knife:
"Sister Qin'er, I'm sorry, I'm pregnant with Ming He's child. It's been three months. We truly love each other, please make it happen."
Qiao Qin'er stared at the four words "True love" and suddenly laughed out loud.
Really love each other.
