Who Says I Don't Love You, Ex-Wife?

Once again, Lin Run was jolted awake from a vivid dream by messages from her best friend. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she looked at the 99+ messages Qiao He had sent and fell into deep thought.

[This time, I mean it. I'm absolutely not getting back together with her. I'm not her top priority at all. All she cares about is that friend of hers who's holed up in the mountains!]

[Waaah, she doesn't love me at all. She doesn't care about me. I asked her to take me back with her, but she said her hometown is too backward for outsiders to visit.]

Lin Run: [Mm, she doesn't care about you.]

Qiao He: [Does she actually not care about me at all? Am I just her side piece? Run, should I go after her and demand an explanation?]

[I made up my mind. I'm going to ask her, so I can finally move on.]

Lin Run: [? Don't be ridiculous. It's 1,200 kilometers. She's not worth it.]

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Qiao He: [Will you come with me? Run, I noticed the scenery there looks pretty nice. You haven't had any inspiration lately, right? Come see the sights with me and clear your head?]

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[I'm scared to go alone, Run. Please keep me company, please, please!]

Lin Run: "..."

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The other person replied instantly: [I'll buy your ticket!]

In one of the pictures Qiao He sent, part of a familiar wrist was visible. It belonged to a memory Lin Run had deliberately tried to forget for a long time. Seeing it again still stirred her heart.

Four years.

Shouldn't she go find her and ask why she had insisted on breaking up back then?

Lin Run always had plenty of advice for Qiao He. But when it came to herself, she looked at the 1,200-kilometer distance and quietly agreed to let Qiao He buy her a ticket.

It was only 1,200 kilometers.

That was nothing compared to four years.

Four years later, Chi Jianfeng's fingers trembled when she saw Lin Run again. The kitten at her feet rubbed against her calf, but she barely noticed. She could only gaze greedily at Lin Run.

She raised a hand to touch the white silk scarf over her eyes, her heart aching.

Seeing her again was already a luxury. How could she dare hope for a place by her side?

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