The tall figure stood before her, and Li Zaijun struggled to hold back the sourness in her heart. She took a deep breath and said "Okay" to Shen Lin on the phone.
For the sake of her brother.
A car sped down the road, overtaking one vehicle after another, drawing a continuous honking of horns from those behind.
The man drove, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding his phone, its screen still lit, displaying a photo.
The man in the photo was facing away, she was embracing him, her head on his shoulder in an intimate pose. Who on earth was that man!?
It had only been a few days, and she had moved on so quickly!?
Shen Lin couldn’t believe it, nor dared to believe it, yet the photo was right there in front of him, assaulting his vision.
The car stopped at a red light, and Shen Lin continued to flip through the photos, his chest heaving with barely suppressed breath, until he cursed softly and punched the steering wheel.
It was all but killing him.
Not giving him a chance to explain was one thing, but hiding away and playing this game with him? She really was once bitten, twice shy.
After Li Zaijun agreed, they arranged to meet at a nearby cafe.
She then went there, but before leaving, Lu Xiao initially wanted to go with her. However, Wen Xian held him back, not allowing him to follow.
After all, matters of the heart were simply between two people, and too much interference was not good.
In a cafe in the city center.
The cafe’s floor-to-ceiling windows were large, offering a clear view of the busy traffic and bright lights below on the street.
Beijing, brimming with worldly bustle and life’s glow.
Li Zaijun sat by the window, feeling incredibly mixed and anxious as she waited, hardly able to stand it.
In truth, to flee meant she lacked the courage to face him, anxious about what might happen.
She had not prepared herself to walk away at any moment...
Just then, a Bentley drove up below.
She recognized the car at a glance, and her heart instantly soared.
Her small face grew a touch paler.
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Shen Lin wore a black shirt and dress pants, his figure tall and lean. He always had a lazy elegance, a relaxed demeanor with a smile playing on his lips, but now, where could that handsome face find a smile, clouded with stormy darkness?
His lips were tightly pressed, his eyes filled with frost.
One glance would make anyone feel as if they were being frozen.
As she saw him approaching, Li Zaijun nearly bolted in retreat.
With an expressionless face, she pretended to be calm.
Finally, his figure appeared, and in that moment, despite her best mental preparations, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
From afar, Shen Lin saw the young woman sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window. Clearly, she had seen him, too.
Yet at the instant their gazes met, she quickly looked away.
Shen Lin’s face was grim, but seeing her at that moment somehow dissipated the anger he had harbored.
Because of her slender figure, her pale little face, and the fleeting sense of trepidation and panic in her eyes when she saw him, she looked just like a wounded little fox.
He saw right through her.
Her appearance, pitiable and innocent, quelled the fire in him, forcing back the fury, making it impossible for him to be harsh with her.
Shen Lin walked over to her.