Chapter 175
It was very quiet at night. Although I was on the third floor, I could still hear the gentle sound of water and smell the fragrance of apricot blossoms mixed with river water wafting in from outside.
Wang Jiazhi was covered with her white fur coat in winter, but she still felt cold.
After escaping, she first hid in Suzhou for a while, but after much deliberation, she came here again. Her life on the run was not only full of fear, but also very boring and depressing.
I only eat simple food every day, and then lie in bed day and night, sleeping and waking up, and falling asleep again.
She had wild thoughts during the day, and even more at night. She dreaded not being able to sleep at night, and now it was like that again. And today was even worse. Even as dawn approached, she still couldn't sleep, feeling terribly awake.
She pulled her coat up over her ears, and her feet were exposed again.
"What is he doing?" she thought to herself.
Will he be sad?
She was now back to the time of Ling Chi. She left like this, not knowing what would happen to him.
Thinking of him going back, the house empty, he thought she would come back, but no matter how much he waited, she would never come, and it felt like his heart had been ripped out. She thought it would be better if he didn't like her that much, and if she left, he wouldn't be so sad, and he could just go on with his life as usual. But then she thought of him acting as if nothing had happened, and continuing to find women, switching women seamlessly, and she couldn't stand it anymore.
She was used to sleeping in his arms, but now she found it even harder to sleep alone. In this quiet night, would he feel the same way as her? Then she thought again, she didn't know if he was alone, so maybe he was still holding someone in his arms.
Thinking about all the trouble he had done to her in the past, maybe it was just someone else now.
Even a goddess would get boring after a while, not to mention that she wasn't stunningly beautiful at all. Maybe now that she's in a new person, the novelty has been piqued again.
She buried her head in her coat and cried softly. Outside the window, a large, round moon hung in the sky, but she could not see it. The moon, like the river and the apricot blossoms, quietly listened to her crying in the high building.
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