The day broke.
Fang Shaohan had barely slept a wink all night. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the black night outside the window gradually turning white, finally completely becoming bright.
His heart was in constant torment.
The day broke, she should have left too.
Even if she hasn't left, she must be arranging to leave now.
He never made any promises with Gu Xiaoqing, and their relationship had never reached where he wanted it to be.
Because that woman looked down on him; maybe before, she could blame it on family status differences, but now it's because Fang Shaohan himself is unwilling. Now what stands between them is heaven and hell.
In the past, if it weren't for this mission, Fang Shaohan was confident that with his determination and methods, he would still have emerged victorious, and Gu Xiaoqing's heart would inevitably be his sooner or later.
But now, Fang Shaohan could only think of letting go.
