On the far side of the Pacific Ocean, after happily finishing this overseas call, Mila became unhappy.
"Didn't you tell me to take the initiative? So I took the initiative and made it clear..."
Yang Xiaoyun's words echoed in her ears like a demonic chant, leaving her tossing and turning all night despite having only just adjusted to the time difference.
Of course, she knew that what she and Wang Yan had shared was nothing more than a one-night fling, with no further confirmation of any emotional relationship.
Naturally, she had considered that Wang Yan might end up with other women, but she never imagined that on the very day she left, Wang Yan would already begin a new relationship—with her good friend, no less. And the next day, not long after she landed here, the two of them had gone straight to bed together over there.
Although she had been the one encouraging Yang Xiaoyun in the first place, when it really came to this, she truly could not accept it. Her heart hurt so badly she could barely breathe.
The instant she heard the news, her heart suddenly clenched. The stabbing pain was even stronger than what she had felt over Lu Tao and Xia Lin.
She knew she should not be feeling this way, but she could not control herself.
The moment she hung up, her tears burst through the dam, streaming down her face...
Lying in the unfamiliar student apartment, memories of every little moment since meeting Wang Yan surged through her mind—especially everything they had shared during the period after she broke up with Lu Tao.
She remembered every single day clearly...
When she came back to herself, it was already daylight. The sun had even risen high, scattering its radiance.
She checked the time.