At the restaurant, Ningning clinked glasses with Lin Lu and sipped the juice in her cup.
Despite its sweetness, she tasted nothing but overwhelming sourness.
"Are... Are they together now?" she wondered to herself.
The cool young girl's eyelids drooped slightly, a prickling pain surfacing in her heart.
She couldn't describe how she felt at that moment.
Ningning loved reading tragic romance novels.
She had read many such novels and often paid attention to book lists and recommendations online.
Among the physical books she purchased, several were described by readers as "so tragically suffocating that one could hardly breathe."
Indeed, those books could deeply distress her.
But none of those feelings compared to what she was going through now—not even one ten-thousandth of it.
In that instant, she had so much she wanted to say, so many questions she wanted to ask.
Yet, those words were stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.
