If in this life, the one who had appeared by Xixi's side first had been myself, would the ending between us have been different?
Anran had asked himself this question over and over countless times, but still could not find any answer.
With a bitter smile, he stepped towards the door, his deep blue eyes faintly watching the rising numbers, the bitter smile on his lips had already faded.
However, the moment the elevator doors opened the next second, a petite figure burst out from inside, and Anran, who was still in a daze, was overwhelmed by the girl, caught completely off guard!
One could not tell whether to call this a stroke of bad luck or a stroke of good fortune! For Anran, however, it probably counted as the former.
"Ah… I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry..." The girl scrambled up from Anran's body, bowing profusely at a forty-degree angle without even seeing Anran's face, apologizing while trying to help him up. Unfortunately, Anran had already swiftly stood up on his own.
