"Fine, change your name and scram far away!"
Her hand trembled slightly, her fingers slid out from beneath the watch strap, and her hands clenched into fists, suppressing, suppressing the heartache.
Forcing herself to sleep for a while, Ji Anning checked her watch again and realized she had only slept for a bit more than three hours.
Because she had maintained the same position for a while, her body felt a bit sore now. She raised her hand, stretched lazily, and was about to stand up to stretch her limbs when she suddenly remembered what was behind her.
Almost instinctively, she turned around and craned her neck to look at the seat behind her.
But there was no man in the seat, only his black suit draped over the arm of the sofa, and half a cup of boiled water and an open finance magazine on the table.
The cup of tea he had drunk was still there, in a clear glass. Her mind involuntarily pictured the man's pale, slender fingers holding the cup, a gentle and peaceful scene.
