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"Liu Jinming," Xinping interrupted him, "you really have a wife and daughter, and you still want to talk about a relationship with me?"
She stared at him fiercely, her expression as if she wanted to devour him.
"I..." Liu Jinming hesitated, "I just... just..."
"What do you just...?" Xinping suddenly raised her voice, "Just craving my money, right?"
She stepped closer to Liu Jinming, furious: "Liu Jinming, you are such a scumbag!"
She raised the toothbrush in her hand and snapped it in half with force.
"Xinping..." Liu Jinming pleaded as he looked at her.
Xinping ignored him and turned to walk toward the bedroom.
Her brother directly threw Liu Jinming out the door.
The woman was crouching on the ground comforting the little girl; seeing this, she hurriedly chased after them.
The little girl cried and followed along.
Xinping closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a long sigh.
She felt empty and lost.
There was a knock on the door from outside, and Xinping kicked it in annoyance.
"Get lost!"
The outside fell silent.
At three in the morning, Xinping's brother stayed behind.
"Where are you sleeping?" he asked Xinping while looking at his watch.
Xinping looked at her brother, who seemed to think it was obvious, and after a moment of silence said, "You can sleep on the floor in the study."
"Why do I have to sleep on the floor?" her brother exclaimed with wide eyes.
"What else? You want me, a poor woman who just got dumped, to sleep on the floor?"
Her brother scratched his head and muttered, "Fine..."
Xinping looked at him and suddenly said, "Brother, you really don't need to stay."
"Who says I don't need to?" her brother glared at her. "What if that bastard comes back for revenge in the middle of the night? I'm staying here to protect you!"
Xinping felt warmth in her heart and softly said, "Thank you."
Her brother patted her shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay, I'm here."
Xinping smiled faintly and turned to enter the side room. She turned on the light and looked at everything familiar in the room, suddenly feeling a bit bittersweet.
She walked to the bedside, lifted the blanket, and lay down. The blanket still carried Liu Jinming's scent, making Xinping feel like crying. She forced herself to close her eyes, trying hard to fall asleep.
However, the more she couldn't sleep, the more she wanted to. Xinping tossed and turned for a long time before finally sitting up. She walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked at the scenery outside.
The night was deep; the city was brightly lit with flickering neon lights, as if it would never tire. Xinping gazed at the distant Ferris wheel and suddenly remembered her first date with Liu Jinming.
It was their first time holding hands, their first embrace, their first kiss...
Xinping covered her face, forcing herself not to cry out loud.
She didn't know how long it had been when she wiped away her tears and picked up her phone. Messages from Liu Jinming kept popping up, still desperately pleading for an explanation.
Xinping hardened her heart and typed: [We broke up.]
Liu Jinming: [No, I don't want to break up, Xinping, please let me explain...]
Xinping: [Get lost.]
Liu Jinming: [Please, don't be so cruel to me...]
Xinping: [Being cruel to you is being kind to myself, Liu Jinming. I never want to see you again. Don't come back; otherwise, I'll report you for trespassing.]
Liu Jinming: [Xinping...]
Xinping directly blocked him.
She didn't delete him; she didn't want to let him go easily.
Xinping couldn't sleep.
Her mind was unusually active, her body heavy yet unable to calm down.
She simply sat up, picked up her phone, and contacted a real estate agent.
"I want to sell my house."
"..."
After talking for an unknown amount of time, Xinping unexpectedly fell asleep while speaking.
She slept deeply but not peacefully.
In her dreams, Xinping was constantly struggling.
After an unknown period, Xinping suddenly opened her eyes wide.
There was someone in the study!
She held her breath and remained still, quietly listening to the person's movements.
The person seemed to be searching for something on the bedding, even brushing aside her hair.
Xinping's heart raced like a drum, but her face remained calm.
— She knew that the person was not a thief.
A thief wouldn't first touch her face and hair; they would directly search for valuables.
Xinping tried hard to steady her breathing, not letting the other person notice that she was awake.
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