Su Muyang’s indifferent words were like a grain of sand, grating harshly against An Ruoxue’s heart.
Rong Che had not accompanied her during the surgery, and when she opened her eyes, he was not in the hospital room.
He must hate me to the bone by now, she thought. A faint, pale curve touched the corners of her lips; it looked like a smile, but it was steeped in bitterness.
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