Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Since that day, Mo Hexuan hadn't called her again.
This made Qin Youxue's heart, which had been constantly on edge, breathe a small sigh of relief.
Perhaps Mo Hexuan had grown tired of this game of forceful pursuit and domination.
After all, he was a well-known playboy in Jiangcheng, with lovers as numerous as fish in a river. Given his status and looks, he could have any woman he wanted. How could someone like her—simple and plain—possibly occupy his thoughts for long?
Qin Youxue used this to comfort herself.
In the blink of an eye, the weekend had arrived.
"Youxue!"
At the ice cream shop's entrance not far away, a young man in a T-shirt and jeans held two enormous ice creams in his hands and called out to her, "Over here, over here!"
The boy's face was sunny and handsome, and his smile was irresistibly infectious, drawing the gazes of passersby. Qin Youxue quickly ran toward him. "How long have you been here?"