Since he has his own lover, let it be. There's no need to let him know about the past anymore and make myself feel even more humiliated.
"How do you know what he wrote if you don't open it?" Mu Yin couldn't help frowning.
The first email was obviously from Bo Fengheng, whose clickbait title clearly intended to lure them into opening it to pinpoint their location—she knew that much.
But this one from Chi Ying looked more like an intimate love letter.
She couldn't help being curious.
"What could it be? It's probably just catching up on old times or something. Let the past be the past. I don't want to bring it up again; let's just pretend we don't know each other!" Chi Ying decisively deleted the email and threw it into the recycle bin.
