On the next day, when the sky gradually brightened, Li Yulan was awakened by the wind blowing in through the window.
Her face was wet; in her dreams, she had cried for an unknown length of time, and the traces of tears were still not dry.
She wiped the tears from her face, reached for her phone to check the time, and it was only six in the morning.
Normally, at this time, she hadn't woken up yet.
She was getting older and hadn't woken up at this hour in a long time.
Other than some junk messages, there was nothing on her phone.
Xi Bei hadn't replied to her message all night; perhaps to him, she wasn't important at all!
If she were more important than that woman, why would he treat her this way?
Li Yulan felt a wave of discomfort in her heart, as if a giant hand was fiercely squeezing her chest, making it difficult even to breathe.
In the end, in matters of emotion, women are always the ones who suffer the most loss!
