Qin Jiangsheng casually glanced and scoffed coldly. If it had been before, he would have gone even if he was not satisfied with Mo Jiu, but now, sorry, he would not go.
So, pretending not to see, he switched to his private WeChat account.
Looking at Ji Tian's chat box gave him some headaches.
It was tough, really tough.
His last conversation with her was five days ago.
Other than her visiting him yesterday, there had been no other word of comfort during this period.
He initially wanted to say something, but then he thought about the days ahead, as they were still young.
In their youth, some things needed early planning.
He thought of Gong Yu, his biggest rival in love in his previous life.
But Ji Tian would never know till her death that Gong Yu loved her deeply, a restrained love, silent and hidden in the shadows.
