Mo Ran knew he was angry and explained in a gentle voice, "He has no family or friends here, and I was the only one present at the time. I had no choice, and couldn’t leave him alone, so I had to wait until he was okay before I could rush over. Gu Yixuan, listen to me, just wait a little longer for me, I will be there very soon."
Mo Ran, while making the call, frantically waved to hail a taxi.
"You want me to wait for you again?" Gu Yixuan laughed coldly, filled with extreme anger.
"For a man who has nothing to do with you, you make me wait here over and over again like a fool?! I am a fool, longing to marry you, yet you completely don’t care! Here I stand like a fool, for several hours straight, always thinking you’d appear in front of me at any moment, but where are you now?! Mo Ran, I’m telling you... forget about the wedding! You don’t have to come anymore!"
Mo Ran’s body shook, and she suddenly froze on the spot, unable to move.
A taxi whizzed past her, nearly hitting her.
Her face pallid, she trembled her lips and softly said, "I’m sorry..."
But the call had already been hung up on the other end, her words unheard by anyone.
Stunned for quite a while, Mo Ran came back to her senses, realizing that Gu Yixuan was really angry, very angry.
He even said there’s no need for a wedding...
He would not say something so serious lightly. Could it be that he wanted to break up with her? Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on ⓝovelFire.net
No! She would not allow it!
Mo Ran hurriedly redialed his number, but Gu Yixuan had turned off his phone.
Biting her lip desperately, she struggled to keep her eyes wide open, continuously dialing.
"I’m sorry, the user you have dialed has powered off..."
Each time the same message was received, she could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.
Looking around in bewilderment, Mo Ran decided to walk back the way she came.
No sooner said than done, she ran back along the same route, paying no mind to the traffic on the road or the risk of being hit by a car at any moment.
Her heart ached, a tearing kind of pain.
To keep herself from dying of sorrow, she quickened her pace, running faster and faster.
The wind on the highway was strong, blowing against her face, but it couldn’t dry her tears.
Not knowing how long she had been running, she finally reached the entrance of the highway, rapidly hailing a taxi and sliding into it, relaxing a bit, breathing heavily.
"Miss, do I need to take you to the hospital?" Seeing her struggling to breathe, the driver asked with concern.