Chloe Simpson tightly gripped her phone with both hands, her fingers tapping the letters on the screen keyboard one by one, composing this sentence.
She didn't know why, despite it being just a dozen or so words that could be typed out with a few light taps of her fingers, it felt like it had drained all her strength.
When she sent that message via WeChat, Chloe felt as though every ounce of energy in her body had been completely sapped.
But she waited for a long, long time, and Lucas Hughes still hadn't replied to her message.
Chloe forced a bitter smile as her lips trembled; Lucas must hate her now, must despise her so much that he doesn't even want to reply.
She took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the master bedroom, and opened the wardrobe to take out a white shirt. She put it on and carefully applied her makeup.
