Ye Zheng is too good, almost perfect.
Yuan Yumeng feels his early passing is like a soft but relentless pain in her heart. Usually, she might not notice it, but occasionally it overwhelms her.
Just now, Huo Junting's words seemed to drain all the strength from her body, leaving her unable to move or want to do anything.
So she didn't even shower, just lay on the bed and pulled the blanket over, drifting between half-awake and asleep through the night.
Little did she know, someone was really standing outside, smoking one cigarette after another desperately.
There was an inexplicable sorrow.
...
Early in the morning, Yuan Yumeng was awakened by the rumbling in her stomach. She was always a little hazy in the morning, sitting up unaware of the situation.
She had to sit on the bed for a while before her mind came back to her. As soon as she remembered, she immediately jumped out of bed and opened the door—
