Since Ning Zhiyuan left with a cold face, Li Jiaren cried for a while. She had been waiting at home absently. She went to the huge floor to ceiling window in the bedroom from time to time and opened the curtain to look at the door.

but it's still quiet outside. There's no sign that she would rather come back. Miss Li's delicate face inevitably looks lost.

even after she had less than two bites of dinner, she no longer had an appetite. She put down the chopsticks and stopped eating. Aunt Lin frowned and looked at her worried.

as time went by, Li Jiaren was in agony, expecting ningzhiyuan...