"I just really like you, that's why I can't help wanting to get close to you, to watch over you."
"Stop it, saying it out loud will only bring disgrace upon yourself."
Fang Fang suddenly covered her face, crying, and ran away.
Rong Shaoze's eyes were undisturbed, his face cold, showing no emotion.
If Lin Xinlan were still by his side, he might have spared some face for the women who liked him.
But ever since she left, his heart had also grown cold and hard.
He had no patience for empty pleasantries with others, and he even forgot how to smile.
Rong Shaoze's gaze transcended the floor-to-ceiling window, looking towards the distant horizon.
His eyes were desolate and barren.
Anyone who saw it would find it unbearable.
He softly called out in his heart.
Xinlan, where are you?
If you're tired, can you come home? Can you come back to me?
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Qiao Yiyang really did wait outside the door all night without leaving.
