Ruan Jiaojiao lowered her head, staring at the faint scar on her wrist, and remained silent.
"Jiaojiao, I know what you’re hesitating about. But for these past five years, you’ve been thinking of him constantly—to the point where, in the dead of night, you’d hold that scarf he gave you and weep."
Ruan Jiaojiao looked up, her eyes filled with shock.
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