Qian Qianqian thought mockingly to herself, tears quietly falling from the corners of her eyes.
Perhaps, in Shi Jing's eyes, she was no different from other women he had slept with. Isn't it a common trick for wealthy young men like them to break up after dawn?
Whether there is any intersection between them has always been a matter that he has the final say on. Last night, there was that level of intersection between them, and after spending the night together, there was no longer any relationship.
He always has the final say in their relationship, but she.
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I have never regretted it, nor have I ever thought about it.
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Make him responsible.
Her body curled up into a ball, she tightened the quilt and wrapped it tightly around herself, but her heart was torn open inch by inch like a knife, and it hurt her body.
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"Mirror of Time..."
She choked and called his name. The pain that pierced her heart made her understand that she had already fallen in love with Shi Jing so deeply.
Tears welled up from her eyes, and she realized that she could not break up so easily after dawn like other women in the mirror.
She loves him, really.
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Love him very much.
Time and time again, she deceived herself into thinking that she was as open-minded and open-minded as other women. In fact, she was not. She simply couldn't do it. She really couldn't continue to deceive herself.
"Shi Jing, I can't do it, I can't do it..."
She hugged the quilt and cried until she couldn't stop crying. At this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang.
It wasn't the special ringtone of Shijing, and Qian Qianqian's heart was so disappointed that there was no wave in it.
He reached for the phone from the bedside table and picked it up, "Hello, hello."
She tried her best to speak in a normal tone, but the person on the other end of the phone still heard something strange.
"Qianqian, what's wrong with you?"
It was Yan Junhang's familiar voice, which revealed a bit of worry and nervousness. At the same time, it also made Qian Qianqian's originally depressed mood suddenly ease.
She stretched out her hand to wipe her tears immediately, moistened her voice, got up from the bed, and said to Yan Junhang:
"Senior, I'm fine. I just woke up and am still a little dazed."
She casually made up a lie to excuse Yan Junhang on the other end of the phone.
When Yan Junhang heard what she said, he didn't have much doubt, and his originally tense nerves relaxed.
"By the way, senior, do you have anything to do with me?"
Qian Qianqian changed the topic at the right time, and her voice sounded more normal than before.
Hearing this, Yanjun Hangzai straightened his expression, turned to his phone and said, "Qianqian, is there anything you want today?"
On the other end of the phone, Yan Junhang's tone sounded hesitant and cautious.
"Uh...it's okay."
"Then do me a little favor, can you?"
"help?"
Qian Qianqian was stunned, "What can I help you with?"
"I will attend a charity dinner the day after tomorrow. My female companion needs a dress, but she has been busy these two days and has no time to buy it. Your figure is similar to hers, so do me a favor and be my model.
May I?"
"No problem at all."
For such a small favor, Qian Qianqian was naturally obligated. Of course, she would not think about anything else and agreed immediately.
"Senior, whenever you need me, just ask."
She tried hard to get rid of the dull feeling brought to her by the mirror and tried her best to make herself feel more relaxed.
Maybe, being a model for my seniors can distract myself.