"Ming Yue," Xiang Yiqing approached and grabbed Ji Mingyue's hand, "I don't know what Charles told you, but at that time, you were in the emergency room, and it was impossible to break the bad news to you."
Ji Mingyue wouldn't listen to his explanations and, holding her head, sobbed uncontrollably, swearing through her tears, "You're all bastards, all of you! I never want to see you again, never want to talk to you again!"
Her heart-wrenching sobs were also tearing Xiang Yiqing apart.
There was simply no way to calm her emotions; he could only let her cry, let her vent.
...
Last night, Ji Anning curled up on the sofa, not knowing when she had fallen asleep. The next day she woke to find a blanket over her.
She opened her eyes, groggy, noticing the curtains were drawn tight—probably by Minnie after she had fallen asleep.
Just as Ji Anning woke up, her phone rang.
She found her phone in a corner of the sofa, crawled over to pick it up, and frowned warily at the caller ID.
