"Guiwan."
Winston's voice came from the cellphone.
Ning Guiwan blinked. Her red lips curved into a vivid smile, yet her eyes lacked emotion. "You've been a very good friend. Thank you for your help all these years."
"Aila... I'll visit her when I have time."
After hanging up, Ning Guiwan got into the car.
She understood what Winston meant, but she couldn't give him what he wanted.
Ning Guiwan didn't know how others felt after experiencing emotional betrayal, but she knew she no longer had the strength to love someone else again.
Often, she even felt like an old woman, despite her youthful appearance.
She returned to the Quan Family mansion around two or three in the afternoon. It was the time when Elder Mrs. Quan was in the ancestral hall, keeping her late husband company. Feeling restless, Ning Guiwan drank two glasses of whisky and went to the ancestral hall to listen to Elder Mrs. Quan chant with a wooden fish.
