The car went faster and faster, gradually leaving Eden behind. She chased until she was utterly spent, then slowly came to a stop, tears blurring her vision. All she could see was that cold, hard back of his head, slowly disappearing from sight.
In the end she couldn't hold it in and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was already autumn. The wind rustled through the leaves, sounding as if the whole world was mourning this love of hers that had died so young.
Lu Feng, I hate you!
Gong Ting received the text Eden sent and sped toward the apartment. A one-hour drive, he made it in just twenty minutes. How many red lights he ran, how many accidents he almost caused along the way—he had no time to care.
Just the thought that Su Yu had run off with Fu Zhengci was enough to drive him mad with rage!
