Jian An'an did not know what kind of mood she was in when she hung up the phone. She only knew that when she looked up, a winter rain had begun to fall. Cold mist permeated the air, making it feel as if she were standing in a forest of fog.
Lost, sluggish, helpless.
To be honest, although Jian Hongye had never been particularly attentive toward her, if she thought about it carefully, he hadn't been overly harsh to her over the years, and he had still raised her.
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