Xia Luo bit her lip, tears of emotion welling up in her eyes.
No one had ever said these things to her, and no one had ever considered her future.
"I'll leave first. If you ever have trouble, you can also find me." Ningwan stood up.
Xia Luo quickly stood up too, nodding heavily as she watched her leave.
Holding the card Ningwan gave her, she walked out of the coffee shop.
Earlier, when Ningwan mentioned she was alone, it didn't really hit her.
But as she left the coffee shop, she suddenly felt a sense of loss inside.
Yes, from now on, she'll be alone.
No hatred, no brother, just living by herself.
How will she live?
What should she do?
If she didn't seek revenge, what else could she do?
"Hello, are you Miss Xia Luo?"
Walking aimlessly on the street, not knowing where to go, a car suddenly stopped, and a middle-aged woman in her forties got out and respectfully asked her.
Xia Luo nodded, stepping back cautiously and asked the woman, "I'm Xia Luo, who are you?"
