Ruan Doudou's hand, just like frozen in the air, couldn't fall.
She was not a little girl. She was a woman and she knew such noise.
She thought that she could be as calm as cucumber as she had thought about what they would do in the room for a long time. But standing in front of the door, she still felt heartbroken.
The boy she once loved no longer belonged to her.
No, a long time ago, he did not belong to her. She let go of his hand herself.
She knew that she continued to stand here, just to insult herself, but she was like being locked by somethin and couldn't move her feet no matter har hard she tried.
She could only listen to the sound in the room.
Hot tears falling from the corner of her eyes.
Ruan Jiujiu didn't want to make a sound; she covered her mouth, but she couldn't help choking.
Her heart hurt like being stabbed by knives.
She didn't know that how many hours had past; the door in front of her was suddenly opened, and looking at Ye Shaochen, he was content.