The sound of water from the bathroom splattered intermittently, and Liu Tingruo glanced again in that direction, her eyes slightly drooping.
After such a suspicion arose in her heart, the first emotion she felt was not anger or resentment, but a kind of melancholic loss.
How strange it was. With her personality, she would have been outraged by such a sordid affair, bursting into the bathroom to drag Jiang Shu out for a confrontation.
But now, she only felt an overwhelming sense of abandonment and a deep sorrow at the impending loss of Jiang Shu.
For a moment, she even thought about pretending that nothing had happened, because she instinctively resisted the idea of losing Jiang Shu.
Losing Jiang Shu...
She lay back on the soft bed, her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the ceiling, saying nothing.
The mere thought of such a thing filled her with sincere fear, quickly followed by a suffocating feeling.