"Don't drink too much, it's getting late, get some rest," Shen Weiyi stood up with her bag, "I have something to do, so I'll leave now."
She didn't look at Lu Huai'an on the sofa again, coming quietly, going quietly.
This place never belonged to her, so, the moment she left the apartment, she didn't feel the sorrow of losing something hard to let go.
The house is dead, but people are alive.
What she lost was the man she thought would become her husband.
Cinderella's story only exists in fairy tales. Without the glass slipper, the one standing beside the prince in the end won't be her.
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Lin Chu was dining with her friends when she received a call from Lu Huai'an.
Over the years, the number of times Lu Huai'an had actively called her was countable on ten fingers.
So, after Shen Weiyi tried to intimidate her but ended up being taught a lesson, she must have gone to complain to him, and this call was probably to blame her.
"Lin Chu, I won't marry you."
As expected.
