When Song Xueyun was pushed out of the party hall, she had expected to bump her head against the wall but she had not expected to find herself in the arms that left her alone almost a decade ago.
"Are you hurt, Yunyun?" He had an audacity to ask after tearing apart her heart. It was funny, wasn't it? She had been preaching for years how good her life was and how well she was doing but at this moment, when she was at her lowest, the person who she so badly wanted to show that she didn't die without him was here to pick up her broken and scattered pieces.
Hot tears landed on her cheeks and she pushed him away to stand up on her feet but her stupid heels made her stumble and once again he caught her.
