Cars passed by Nan Zhi from time to time, some even splashed dirty muddy water on her on purpose, while some unwinded their windows to whistle at her.
The clothes she wore to the celebration party was a little thinner, and the pastel blue evening gown clung tightly to her skin after being drenched by the rainwater. Her feminine figure could be seen fully.
Even though she tried her best to stop herself from thinking about it, the scene of him chasing her out of her car for Xue'er still flash in her mind on an endless repeat.
That coldness and heartlessness when he stared at her was void of any adoration.
Was doting on her in the past all just a matter of pretense? Was she just a replacement?
Rain kept falling on her face, and her long eyelashes were drenched by the large water droplets. Every step she took was hard and heavy, as if she was walking on pins…
