The wind mixed with her voice, piercing and sorrowful, making one's heart ache.
Xiao Mo's heart clenched, but moments later, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
This fool, does something have to happen to him for her to face her own heart?
She had been intentionally hiding her love for him, not because she didn't love him, but because she lacked confidence in herself.
The recording was quite messy; after listening to it, he shut down the computer.
He had figured it out, but what's going on with Yao Hongming? The photos Shen Chi showed him didn't look edited, and the resignation letter wasn't fake.
As he went downstairs, Xia Chuqing was still washing dishes, her sleeves rolled halfway up, and her fair fingers rinsing under the tap water.
She was distracted while washing dishes, and didn't notice when Xiao Mo stood behind her.
Xiao Mo reached out, hugged her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder.
