Su Li felt that she had never been as tired as she was now, not physically, but spiritually exhausted.
Perhaps this was the fitting consequence for blindly believing in a man's sweet nothings. Regardless of what Wei Chengfeng had said or done to her before, in the end, the person he truly loved was Qiao Ling.
She had turned herself into a joke, a massive joke.
If this were a battle, no matter the outcome, she had lost.
Lost to Qiao Ling, lost to Wei Chengfeng, and even lost her own sincere heart.
Forget it, just forget it, whether it was genuine affection or feigned, she didn't want it anymore.
She massaged her throbbing temples, starting the car after easing the pain a little, and went home.
Home?
Looking at the empty house, which had felt so warm just yesterday, now felt as cold as an ice cellar.
How could this still be a home?
At home, there should be one's family, lover, and children.
