Could it be that, like her, he was tormented beyond measure in those heartrending days, suffering in silence where she couldn't see?
She exited WeChat, kissed the photo on her phone's wallpaper, and her tears of deep affection rolled down her cheeks. "Shaocheng, I love you too, I really do love you…"
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At the same time as Chenxing was euphorically hugging her phone, Yan Fengchi was rushing straight to the scene of an explosion.
The sun had set, and although the sunset bathed the entire sky in beauty, it also heralded the imminent arrival of darkness.
He called Luo Xi's phone all the way, but the response was the same - the other party had turned off their phone. A foreboding sense of unease rose in his heart, and by the time he finally found the employer, he had repeated that woman's name in his mind over and over again.
