Her chest felt oppressively tight, making it difficult to breathe smoothly. She wasn’t sure how much ti had passed when her phone chid once more. Ling Momo looked down to see the ssage: "Enson has sent a friend request, with a note: ’Momo, are you there? Add as a friend, let’s talk."
Ling Momo blinked her eyes, it took a mont before she could see the letters on the phone screen clearly, then gently she pressed ’agree’.
Congratulations, you and Enson have successfully beco friends, you can chat now!
Almost imdiately, a ssage from Enson popped up in the chat box: "Thank you."
Ling Momo stared at those three words, took a deep breath, and quickly typed a reply: "I am very sorry for sending you that request to et."
"No problem." Li Qingshen replied succinctly, his tone seemingly earnest. After a mont, he added another sentence: "Do you really want to see ?"
Ling Momo’s fingers clutching the phone suddenly trembled. What would change if they t? In the end, there was no future for her and him...
In the beginning, she had been too naive, she and him, one a small singer who climbed the ranks through hidden rules, the other a famously mysterious and wealthy CEO—worlds apart.
Thinking back, she realized how foolish her proposal had been!
Ling Momo bit her lower lip, and then disingenuously said, "No, I was just speaking off the cuff! I’m simply curious about what the man who made that agreent to sleep with looks like! I suppose everyone would feel the sa way!"
Li Qingshen, upon reading this ssage, felt a slight sense of loss: "Is that so?"
Ling Momo thought, of course it wasn’t so.
Unfortunately, she had no right to love, and she needed to face reality with sober rationality. So, her fingers paused on the phone for a long ti, biting down on her teeth, enduring an excruciating pain, before finally typing one word: "Yes."
After sending it, Ling Momo lifted her head, gazing vacantly towards the operating theatre, thinking of her great-grandfather who might be leaving her soon. Ling Momo felt a fear, the fear of being alone if her great grandfather passed away. Because of that, she longed to chat with Enson as they used to, just casual banter between friends, and she would have been content.
With this in mind, Ling Momo continued to type a ssage to Enson: "There was always an agreent between us, so eting or not doesn’t make much difference, it will end sooner or later. I rember clearly, I still owe you 73 tis!"
Heaven knows how heartbroken Ling Momo felt typing those words, her lips bitten, hands trembling as she chose a smiling emoji to send.
In that instant, she was grateful that their communication was limited to a WeChat ssage—he couldn’t see her forlorn and sorrowful expression, he would never know that at this very mont, as she sent him a smiling emoji, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
"Are you angry? About that night, I’m truly sorry," Li Qingshen replied after seeing the glaring number seventy-three, recalling the harsh words he had once said to her. It took him a while to send such a ssage.
"No." Ling Momo replied bluntly.
Li Qingshen stared at those two words, falling silent for a mont, suddenly unsure of what to say.
"Sorry, had to fly to Wenzhou yesterday, so there was a delay. I’m starting to write now, I’ll try to update more to make it up to everyone!"
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