She thought Qin Haoran was just busy with work, but she didn't expect that he never responded to her.

A few days later, she cautiously said hello on WeChat.

She never thought that Qin Haoran would respond to her this time.

Qin Haoran: Joanna, tell me, did I misjudge you?

Han Yurou was stunned when she saw this sentence. Was she wrong? She has always been sincere to others, so why was she wrong?

Her heart was beating uncontrollably, and she typed with trembling fingers: I don't quite understand what you mean.

Qin Haoran: I didn’t believe what was said about you in the school forum posts before, but now I seem to have to believe it.

That post... Han Yurou knew what it was.

Han Yurou: Do you believe what is said in the post?

Qin Haoran: I don’t want to believe that you are my very good friend, even...

Han Yurou picked up her cell phone and ran to a deserted area in the corridor. She made a call directly to Qin Haoran.

Qin Haoran answered.

No reason not to answer.

"Haoran, don't say it on WeChat. Tell me personally what happened." Her tone was firm.

"I don't care that much about a person's past. Maybe I just can't accept it." Qin Haoran was silent for a long time. "Someone sent me a private photo. It showed you and a man kissing. I know, making friends

There’s no need to fancy these things, I just couldn’t accept them for a while.”

Han Yurou suddenly understood.

She understood everything.

Pan Wenguang...

It must have been sent to Qin Haoran by Pan Wenguang!

"Who sent you the photo?" Han Yurou refused to give up.

"An unknown number... Joanna, please tell me that the photo may be fake. As long as you tell me personally, I will believe it."

Han Yurou's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, cooling down little by little and freezing.

How should she tell Qin Haoran?

Tell him that the photo is not fake. She was once hidden by a man in a golden house for two years. She once took a lot of birth control pills and almost couldn't get pregnant?

"Joanna, I believe whatever you say." On the other end, Qin Haoran seemed to be holding on to the only hope.

However, Han Yurou knew that she would lose this friend forever.

Her eyes were calm, and the only light in her eyes dimmed: "Qin Haoran, the photos you saw are real. I once was with a man. Although we were no longer together for a long time, I can't hide this fact. And

The time we spent with him is a painful memory for me, but as you can see from the photos, I am not a clean woman."

"Qin Haoran, I never thought of lying to you. I didn't mention this in college just because I didn't want to mention it. Maybe a woman like me shouldn't have friends. I'm sorry, I lied to you."

"joanna..."

"Sorry, if possible, please delete the photo." But from now on, we can no longer be friends.

"Joanna, I'm sorry, I will delete the photo."

After saying that, Qin Haoran hung up the phone.

Han Yurou lightly curled her lips and said, okay, just hang up.

There was an imperceptible bitterness in the corner of her eyes, and the painful light spread little by little until her big watery eyes were filled.

She stood in front of the large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor and looked outside.

New York City is bustling and lively. Every blade of grass and leaf is filled with the strong smell of midsummer. The straight horses are rushing into the carriage like flowing water and horses are like dragons. The flowers are bright and the smell is sultry.
Chapter completed!