All night, Su Yanxin had not been able to sleep.
The news about her and Zhao Qitian had been spreading like wildfire online.
The imagination of the netizens had greatly astonished Su Yanxin.
It had become a foregone conclusion that she had been played to death by Zhao Qitian, and everyone had thought of countless possible ways she could have died.
There were also various exposé images from so-called insiders...
When Su Yanxin turned off her phone, daylight had already broken.
The servants had awoken and begun their bustle.
Su Yanxin rubbed her somewhat sore temples and decided to get up.
Today was the last day she had time, and she felt inexplicably anxious.
If she slept less, wouldn't there be more time to decide?
The mansion had not changed at all since four years ago, as Yan Ye had not been living there in these years; it always felt eerily quiet and desolately cold.
After the servant had prepared breakfast, she called Su Yanxin to eat.