him from drowning. He gasped for air, momentarily paralyzed, unsure how to proceed. 。He quickly turned on the desk lamp. The room was a little brighter, and he slowly came back to himself, his breath...He was hurrying, the sound of his suitcase wheels scraping against the floor and his shallow breaths reaching her ears like a drumbeat. She didn't speak, silently ended the video call.

When he called again, she didn't answer. She didn't go back to the new villa they had bought together, but instead returned to her old house.

It's not that Lin Zhixuan is overly suspicious, but she has a natural sensitivity to this aspect. She used to often reply to private messages from netizensZhao Tingxing sat in the second row without speaking either. The cold aura of the two affected the atmosphere in the car, making it oppressive. 。The few people accompanying him tried to break the sile...