As soon as winter arrives, even if the temperature isn't low, the sky is always gloomy, like dark clouds pressing on the heart, impossible to clear away, unable to find light, unable to find an exit.
Ji Mingyue stood by the window, her mind endlessly echoing with the words Charles had spoken.
Clearly disdainful, yet unable to keep it from seeping into her heart.
If it weren't for her, if it weren't because of her, with Chicheng's temperament, he wouldn't be staying in the country. He would definitely take Anning to do what they love, living comfortably.
They are probably thinking now about how to explain it to her, trying to reconcile her and Charles.
"Have a cup of tea."
Ji Mingyue was lost in thought, a face full of melancholy. Wu Qingsong brewed a cup of rose tea, placed it on her desk, and called out to Ji Mingyue.
"Will they care about my feelings?" Ji Mingyue didn't turn around, instead withdrawing her thoughts.
Melancholy and sadness mingled in her tone.
