Lin Yixun took a seat by the window on the bus. The light outside cast shadows on her face, and Cold Yixiu's words to her kept echoing in her mind.
She suddenly realized that she seemed to be deeply stuck in a quagmire. Despite her constant struggle, she was watching herself sink deeper.
What should she do?
On one side was her happiness, and on the other was Xing Yi's future.
She slowly closed her eyes; she needed to think carefully, to think well. Maybe by tomorrow, all problems and difficulties would be solved.
Perhaps because of emotional exhaustion, Lin Yixun actually fell asleep on the bus. If it weren't for a sudden phone call, she might have missed her stop.
The ringing of her phone woke her from her slumber, and she looked down subconsciously to see Xing Yi's name on the screen.
Lin Yixun hurriedly answered the call, "Hello, Senior? Why didn't you answer my call?"
