This matter was like a thorn stuck in both their hearts.
What kind of person Lei Xingjun was, Zhao Jingmiao actually knew very well.
If he really didn't care, then at most a month after she left, he should have come to find her.
So when Gu Lingling asked her to stay at her place, she agreed and never moved out.
She was actually just waiting.
Waiting for Lei Xingjun, and also giving herself an explanation and a chance.
She hadn't expected that this wait would be so long—more than half a year.
She had already moved out of Gu Lingling's courtyard house for quite some time before Lei Xingjun finally came.
She wasn't blaming him for coming too late.
It was that he still hadn't let this matter go.
If they really got married, he would still care a lot about this in the future.
When that time came, that resentment would be endlessly magnified, and then it would become never‑ending quarrels or cold wars, and when they were both exhausted, it would be time to divorce.
