During the conversation, Gong Chen's grip on her hand tightened slightly.
But as she finished her last sentence, his strength suddenly left him, and they parted ways.
He didn't look at Lin Zhiyi, his profile bearing an indescribable oppression.
Without saying a word, that's how Lin Zhiyi left.
Lin Zhiyi went elsewhere to take a deep breath, then turned to look back.
At that moment, Gong Chen had already entered the hall.
Upon seeing Sang Ran's smile, he responded with a faint one of his own.
Lin Zhiyi tilted her head to look up at the sunlight, yet her face was both wet and cool.
The last time.
The very last time.
By the time Sang Li came out, she had already retouched her makeup.
She pursed her lips: "About your dad..."