Li Yuemin looked through the glass pane at Yin Cuiping’s trembling shoulders, feeling an indescribable ache in his heart.
He knew Yin Cuiping loved him, but he was a man she shouldn’t love; they were destined to have no future. While Li Yuemin watched her in silence, Zhang Chuntao was also secretly watching the two of them through a crack in the door.
Yin Cuiping sobbed for a moment before wiping away her tears. She boiled a bowl of fine noodles for Chuntao, carried them out on a tray, and said in as steady a tone as she could manage:
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