When she finally got home after being busy, more than a month had passed, and it had been over two months since she last saw Yuntian.
She asked the maid, and during the time she was away, Yuntian often came home. Tianxing sat on the bed in the bedroom, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes.
He must really dislike her, deliberately avoiding her by not coming home when she was there, but returning every day when she wasn't.
Her soft heart felt as if it had been sliced by fine cuts, the pain lingering and persistent.
She opened the drawer beside the bed and took out the contract to have a look.
One year.
In the blink of an eye, half of the time had passed, and when the contract ended, she should leave too. Perhaps he had long wanted her gone; otherwise, why would he go out of his way to avoid her like this?
Lately, Tianxing had been traveling back and forth, feeling a bit overheated, so she went to the kitchen herself to make a few light dishes to cool down.
