e a black dress, her slightly curled black hair was dry and scattered casually. It formed a striking black-and-white contrast with the dark hospital at night. Especially those red high heels clicked o...He was hurrying, the sound of his suitcase wheels scraping against the floor and his shallow breaths reaching her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't speak, silently ended the video call.

When he called again, she didn't answer. She didn't go back to the new villa they had bought together, but instead returned to her old house.

It's not that Lin Zhixuan is overly suspicious, but she has a natural sensitivity to this aspect. She used to often reply to private messages from netizensg, with waves of people surrounding her, caring for her. Her first 20 years were too smooth sailing, showered with love and adoration. Yuan Binghuan was probably the biggest tribulation she'd encounte...