An Ran held back her sobs, but her shoulders trembled repeatedly.
For the first time, she felt the sensation of crying so hard her brain became deprived of oxygen.
Even though the floor heating was on at home, ever since he left, it had become as cold as falling into an ice cellar.
An Ran tilted her small face up, her tears flowing down her neck, cascading all the way down.
Eventually, she couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into loud cries.
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On the other side.
Mr. Wang sat alone at home until the phone rang.
He answered, and Lin Wanqing's voice came over the line with a hint of laughter, "Did you give her the things?"
"Yes."
"You did very well." Lin Wanqing lowered her head, picking at her freshly done nails, her expression full of elation.
Before An Ran and Chi Cheng found this man named Wang, Lin Wanqing had already unexpectedly seen his photos.
