Not of Her Own Volition

She had never imagined that she would one day see her clothes together with his in the same closet.

A white blazer and skirt were hanging from a clothes hanger and nestled among his other suits.

Wang Daqin had bought her that outfit from an expensive brand when she first entered the company.

He didn't mention a thing after the incident and she assumed that he had thrown it away. Hence she didn't ask him about it.

Xuxu's arms were propped up against the car window. She looked out and felt the cool night breeze against her face.

She'd never realized that this bustling city had such a beautiful night view.

To be secretly in love with someone meant that even if he accidentally glanced at you from a crowd, you would feel overwhelmed with joy.

"Third Master, I'm truly sorry."

"Don't keep standing here, get lost."

Wen Xuxu held the bag with Yan Rusheng's shirt and found the specific room he had mentioned earlier.