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nTranslator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

nThinking of the latter, his face darkened.

nHe left WeChat and opened another messaging tool Q only to find her offline. Returning to WeChat, he clicked on her profile to start a conversation.

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nHis slender fingers kept typing something and deleting it on the screen.

nHe ended up sending a “Happy New Year” sticker pretending to be a careless greeting.

nIt soon got a response:

nYour friend has enabled Friend Confirmation. You are not friends yet. Please send a friend request to chat.

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nBang.

nHe felt like someone just struck him hard on the head, his eyes sore.

nShe had deleted him.

nHis Yanyan should delete him.

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nDid she really hate him that much?

nHis heart frosted and missed a heartbeat.

nIt was harder than he expected to accept that she had erased him out of her life.

nYixuan went for text messages. WeChat didn’t work, but text messages can. Right?

n“Add me back on WeChat. Now!”

nHe sent out a command and stared at the screen to wait for recipient to follow his order, except he didn’t even receive a “delivered” notice for the text.

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nThe text was not sent out successfully, either, or it was blocked by some application.

nWhat happened!

nYixuan clenched his phone, white-knuckled, as if he was to crumble it the ensuing second.

nHe looked again at the screen and dialed her number without hesitation.

nBeep…

nIt rang once before it prompted:

n“Hello, the number you dialed is busy now. Please dial later.”

nHe tried again two minutes later.

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nStill.

n“Hello, the number you dialed is busy now. Please dial later.”

nShe blacklisted him!

nHe had to admit it.

nThat his Yanyan hated him so much that she cut off every single string of communication between them.

nHe just wanted to know she was okay.

n“Wu Xiaomin!” he yelled toward downstairs.

nThe maid was almost rattled to lose balance at the door.

n“Sir,” she had her head dipped as if she had done something wrong.

n“Give me your phone.”

nYixuan approached and grabbed her phone directly from her hand, a girly pink one.

n“Password,” he commanded coldly.

nWu Xiaomin didn’t dare to hesitate to give in the password, her legs even weaker and her forehead brimming sweat. Mr. Mo is so scary today.

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nYixuan found Xiyan in Xiaomin’s WeChat and opened her Moments.

nThere was only one post, dated afternoon of December 31.

nIt was a photo of her footsteps on the snow that she took.

nYesterday, five days after their divorce, she posted the photo which was the only remaining sitting in her Moments while hundreds of old ones had been gone. She deleted them all.

nTogether with memories of them living together.

nHe found his eyes even sorer with unshed tears brewing. He stared at the photo and the pair of woman’s footsteps in it. They were not big, even small, as if they belonged to a child.

nThe woman that had been his side for four years had left for good.

nHe shot a look at Xiaomin standing uneasy at the door with an innocent look.

nShe was afraid to be scolded.

nYixuan tossed her phone back and took his wallet out to fling a stack of money on the coffee table.

n“I’ll buy your WeChat account. Send your username and password to me and go get a new one for yourself. I’ll delete all of your friends in this account.” Except He Xiyan. He ordered the subordinate.

nHe then left the living room and left Xiaomin in shock.

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