Xiachuan had left a long time ago, but Song Yi was still in a daze, sitting on the bed absentmindedly.
Complex emotions were growing endlessly inside her, like vines tightly wrapping her layer by layer, suffocating and breathless.
Mu Wanxue... this was a result she couldn't quite accept.
Just now, as she watched the chaotic scene in the video, it felt like a cold knife slicing through her heart.
When Li Wen pushed the door open, he saw Song Yi had already gone to sleep, so he didn't disturb her.
He didn't ask what exactly had happened.
As an assistant, he always did well in not prying into his boss's private matters.
He quietly retreated, and the door closed with a "click".
On the bed, Song Yi was curled up entirely, as the sound of the door closing echoed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Everything seemed settled, yet it also felt like the dust was flying up and overwhelming her.
