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After an extended silence, Zhao Xiaoyue let out a sigh and put away her phone.
Since she had decided to give each other some time to cool off, she couldn't keep sending ambiguous signals.
Throughout the whole day, there was no news from Lu Binghao.
Zhao Xiaoyue also followed a realtor to look at four or five apartments, but none were to her satisfaction.
After viewing each one, she would subconsciously compare it to Lu Binghao's apartment and, in the end, realized that none were as good as the one she was currently living in.
After scheduling another appointment with the realtor to view more apartments, upon returning to Lanshan District and facing the empty apartment, Zhao Xiaoyue didn't have the energy to fuss anymore. She casually made some dinner and managed to get by.
The streetlights outside were just coming on as the night began to unfold its curtain.
An abrupt ringtone shattered the quiet of the room—it was a video call from her best friend Wang Bei.