This budding relationship is going to wither away, right?
Between her and Tang Song, it seems that they are fated not to be together. Perhaps after this, there would no longer be any ties between them.
On the first night of the new year, Mo Ran had trouble sleeping.
During the day, Mo Ran stayed at home and went nowhere. No one called her, and no one came to visit her.
Tang Song didn’t call either; he probably didn’t know how to explain things to her.
It was better this way, to lose contact without a sound, rather than having an awkward face-to-face meeting.
She suddenly felt a tinge of sadness. On the first day of the new year when everyone else was happy, she was dealing with a breakup, which was truly unfortunate.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too upsetting. She had anticipated this day, so she didn’t place all her thoughts on the breakup.
She made a table full of delicious dishes, but Mo Ran was the only one eating.
Usually appealing food now remained untouched; she just couldn’t eat, lost in a daze for a while until the dishes turned cold.
Mo Ran aimlessly put the food away and curled up on the sofa to watch a replay of the Spring Festival Gala. The sketches by Uncle Ben Shan were supposed to be funny, but she couldn’t muster a single laugh.
Her world became boring once again, feeling that nothing was interesting.
Life was so sad , without a hint of joy.
"Baby, come into the world soon. With you here, Mommy might be happier," she talked to her belly on her own. At this moment, she was truly grateful to Gu Yixuan for giving her this child.
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The day passed quickly, and in the following two days, aside from the occasional phone call and visit from Gu Yixuan to chat with her, there was no call from Tang Song.
Mo Ran felt truly disheartened; it was really over between them.
It was for the best. She had never fallen in love with him and felt guilty about it. Now that it was over, she didn’t have to continue feeling guilty.
However, what Mo Ran didn’t expect was that Tang Song would still show up. He was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, reeking of alcohol, looking both thin and unkempt.
Tang Song was completely different from the refined and cultured man he was before.
Mo Ran paused for a moment, then indifferently moved to close the door.
"Mo Ran!" Tang Song stretched out a hand to stop her, preventing her from closing it, "Can you listen to my explanation?"
That morning when he woke up and checked his call history, he knew Mo Ran had called and that Wen Sha had answered. Suddenly, he was afraid Mo Ran might have found out something.