"I wonder if I'm still not treating her well enough."
"Hey, hey." Ji Chuyun sighed on the other end, "You have no idea what she wants."
"What she wants isn't important; what's important is what I want," Mo Hexuan interrupted him, "I'm thanking you, don't come here and bring bad luck!"
There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.
Ji Chuyun didn't say anything more; he just sighed, and Mo Hexuan hung up the phone.
He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, feeling a bit blocked inside, a difficult-to-express frustration.
Perhaps he knew in his heart that no matter how much he tried to make amends, he would never win her heart.
This relationship was unfair from the start, and his actions only deepened that unfairness.
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Qin Youxue played the piano for an hour straight.
She hadn't practiced for over a month, yet she didn't feel rusty. The notes flowed smoothly from her fingertips, and that feeling made her comfortable.
