Although she hadn't expected that they would end up like this. She felt that it no longer mattered.
Since the day that she decided to let him go, she had never intended to turn back.
Since she would never get back together with him, it didn't matter if he would trust her or not.
On the afternoon of the second day, she followed the address that Rolando sent over, and went to that French restaurant by bus.
When Rolando drove his car over, she was sitting right beside the entrance of the dining hall.
He got out of the car and walked over to her. The waiter drove his car away to park it.
"Why aren't you going in?"
She laughed. "I wanted to mourn my purse for a few minutes before I went in, but you came over."
"For the purse?"
She pointed to the door of the restaurant and mysteriously
