Qiao Junnan once again left her with a cold back, making Shen Hanqian's heart surge with an indescribable soreness; the sourness had bitterness, the bitterness carried pain, and within the pain, there was a spicy sting.
Her eyes also became uncomfortable, constantly on the verge of tearing up.
She could only try desperately to hold it in.
When would he think to turn around, to understand her?
"Fine, I'll see you out!" she followed behind him to send him off.
Qiao Junnan stopped at the door and turned his body to say, "The Maserati will be here in twenty days, right?"
"Yes!" she nodded. How great would it be if he could turn around completely?
She thought she would uncontrollably throw herself into his arms and hug him tightly.
Qiao Junnan then asked, "It's a red car, looks pretty under the sun!"
"Okay!"