Inside the room, Zhao Min stared blankly at the photos on her phone, tears streaming down her face.
They were photos of her and Chen Mo together.
Countless times in the dead of night, she had stared at them in a daze, recalling every little thing since the day she met Chen Mo. At first, she had thought they were merely kindred spirits and close friends. Only later did she realize that she had fallen deeply for him without even noticing.
Meeting Chen Mo had doomed her for life.
That was the best description of her. Yet over the years, public opinion, the pressure of the company's development, the hope of finding Chen Mo, and countless worries had all weighed on her shoulders. She had never regretted it.
At least when he returned, he could see that his career was intact and his family was safe and well. Nothing else mattered. With a sigh, Zhao Min let go of all her pressure at that moment.
"It's time to sleep. Tomorrow will be another good beginning."
Just as Zhao Min was about to put down her phone and sleep, the bedroom door opened. The figure she had longed for day and night appeared in the doorway, wearing that familiar smile.
"Y-you... why are you here?"
Zhao Min hurriedly turned off her phone, not forgetting to tug up the strap of her nightgown that had slipped from her shoulder, covering the glimpse of spring. Years of high-tech treatments and skincare products had left her figure and skin unchanged, making her seem even more like a ripe peach.
"You were crying just now." Chen Mo closed the door and walked toward her.
"That's my business." Zhao Min's heart raced, and her voice trembled slightly. "It's... it's late. I'm going to sleep. Get out