Li Meili hadn't returned to Beijing after Tang Beixuan's funeral. In fact, she had chosen to confine herself inside her apartment, refusing to make any effort to take care of herself aside from showering and drinking water whenever she was thirsty.
Her phone was constantly vibrating on top of her coffee table, but she refused to to answer any of it. At this point, she didn't care what would happen to her and to her business anymore. She had already lost the will to live when she lost her beloved.
The last bouquet of flowers that Tang Beixuan had given her had already wilted, ready to be disposed of by her anytime now, but Li Meili ignored it instead and laid on her bed unmoving. What was the point of living if she had already lost the motivation to continue any longer? She already knew what was waiting for her at this point.
