Coming out of the apartment building, Chen Nan was carrying a pink bag and a garbage bag in his hand. The pink bag was heavy, filled with soup dumplings she had made by hand.
As he got into the car, Chen Nan suddenly realized something.
He didn't ask for her contact information just now.
Chen Nan frowned. How would he return the clothes to her?
Chen Nan thought about going back, but it was already late and she might be preparing to sleep.
He decided not to go back and disturb her.
Oh well.
Tomorrow he could ask Jiang Ruan.
She must have Lu Jie's contact information.
The taxi was driving down the road, and Chen Nan's mouth was filled with the sweet taste of soup dumplings, while the clothes he wore exuded a lime scent.
Chen Nan couldn't help but have a stirring in his heart.
He wondered what kind of man she loved but couldn't have.
She had never been in love, just like him.
He had never been in love either.
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