Xue Rui had misunderstood Gu Muxue.
"It's not like that..." Lin Ruoxi opened her eyes. She saw Gu Muxue standing right behind Xue Rui, putting a finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture.
"Is she gone?" Xue Rui asked.
Gu Muxue bit her lip hard, trying to keep from sobbing.
'This is torture.'
'Xiaorui, why would you think I was bullying her?'
'And saying "let's go home" and "where is she"...'
To her, those words were incredibly jarring.
It was as if Xue Rui and Lin Ruoxi were the ones meant for each other, and she was the outsider.
'Xiaorui, what does our relationship of all these years even mean?'
'I've known you for over ten years. Am I worth less than her?'
She had long prepared herself for this, but that was a choice she had made on her own terms.
Watching the man she loved embracing someone else so tightly, hearing the subtle blame in his voice—it was truly heart-wrenching.
Xue Rui suddenly noticed two phones stacked on a nearby table, and a bad feeling washed over him.
