""Hmm." Enson only sent her one word, and after a rather long wait, he added another message, "Momo, can’t you let go of Lu Niange?"
Can’t let go of Lu Niange?
Ling Momo looked at the question and frowned, subconsciously replying, "Not at all!"
After she sent off that message, she realized how indifferent and calm her response had been, without the slightest hesitation.
Ling Momo seemed to suddenly understand why Enson would ask such a question. She tilted her head, bit her finger, and continued to type to Enson, "This time, you really are overthinking it."
"I don’t love Lu Niange anymore." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire·net
After sending that message, Ling Momo repeatedly questioned herself deep down, "Do you still love Lu Niange?"
But to her surprise, her heart responded very firmly, "No love left."
She truly didn’t love Lu Niange anymore.
She thought the world was really mysterious.
Once, her youthful secret love was filled entirely with him, Lu Niange; she even followed him to school in pursuit of those feelings.
Later, her dramatic confession, standing before him as if going to her death unflinchingly, led to his nod of agreement, and she was so happy she felt like she was dreaming for three days and nights.
After the breakup, she was so sad she felt as if her world had completely collapsed, nearly dead and alive at the same time, as if the predicted doomsday of 2012 had arrived.
Back then, she thought she could never truly let go, not in her entire life.
Even though Lu Niange betrayed her, she still thought Lu Niange was terrifically wonderful, and he made her love him desperately.
She thought she could die for that love, but now she suddenly realized that love can’t kill.
Love will only prick you sharply in the heart at your lowest moment, then leave you in excruciating pain, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear, tossing and turning, tempering you into steel.
And then, the love she thought she’d never forget, the love she believed was till-death-do-us-part, just faded away through the painful process until there was barely anything left!
Li Qingshen was holding his phone, seeing the three consecutive WeChat messages from Ling Momo, and suddenly his mood brightened considerably, and for a while, he actually forgot to reply to Ling Momo’s WeChat.
Ling Momo waited for a long time but didn’t receive a WeChat message from Li Qingshen, and suddenly, she began to feel the same restlessness and anxiety as the day before.
Ling Momo tossed and turned in her bed, tossing and turning, and in the midst of it, she suddenly became completely still.
Why has she been experiencing such mood swings frequently lately?
In the past, Enson also had a habit of not replying to her WeChat messages for a very long time, but she’d never felt this anxious...
What was wrong with her?
Ling Momo froze as if turned to stone, carefully thought it through, and then, slowly, a clear conclusion began to emerge in her heart.
That was... she was now anxious and sentimental...
Ling Momo’s hand suddenly clutched the phone tightly, and after a long while, she had to admit the figmented truth hidden behind that anxiety and sentimentality...
She had fallen for Enson.
"That’s all for today, I’ll continue updating tomorrow. Good night, everyone~~~~ Hoo hoo hoo~~~~ Or you can guess who Ling Momo is going to marry? It’s definitely not Lu Niange!""