No Romantic Resolution
Five Years Frozen
In the fifth year since he took me for himself, the powerful young heir finally grew tired of me.
He handed me a bank card with a lazy smile. “Your childhood sweetheart isn’t actually dead.”
“Go find him.”
I stared at the address in my hand for a long time—so long that he lost patience, hauled me out of bed, and drawled, “I’ll give you a ride. Move your things out after today.”
He had just pulled on his coat and started looking for his car keys when his phone rang.
On the other end, his childhood friend was sobbing anxiously. “If you break up with her, what’s going to happen to Xu Xinghe and me?”
