Xia Yueqing could hardly believe this was something Zhen Shuangyan would do.
Running away at the last minute, and at such a time, is extremely childish and selfish.
Xia Yueqing searched for most of the day but couldn't find Zhen Shuangyan. Every call she made was like a stone thrown into the sea, with no response.
Initially, Pei Yiting was unaware.
It was only late at night, and Xia Yueqing had still not returned, that he couldn't resist calling her.
By the time Xia Yueqing got home, it was already ten o'clock.
When she left, she was dressed exquisitely and beautifully, but now she returned looking like a battered leaf after a night of storm, her face pale and her expression dazed.
Even Pei Yiting was startled by Xia Yueqing's appearance, thinking she might have been robbed.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He strode over and tightly held Xia Yueqing's cold little hand.
The familiar voice rang in her ears, and she looked up to meet Pei Yiting's worried gaze.
