"However many you print, I'll tear up that many—I don't fear my hands will tire." Ji Wei gazed at the ceiling softly as she spoke, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
Gu Moqian said nothing further, coldly turning and leaving the bedroom.
The door slammed shut heavily, leaving the room enveloped in silence.
Ji Wei lay there quietly, tears streaming uncontrollably. After some time, she raised her hand to wipe away the traces of tears on her face, forcing herself to muster some energy as she reached for the phone on the bedside table.
Before understanding the full situation, she absolutely would not lose hope.
"Second Young Master Xi, I want you to tell me—what exactly has happened during this time?" Once the call connected, Ji Wei got straight to the point.
Xi Nanfeng remained silent, not responding.
"Is it Moqian stopping you from saying anything?" Unable to hear his reply, Ji Wei took a deep breath, continuing, "Fine, then I won't ask. I'll figure it out another way..."
