C119 Secretly Competing

After Jiajia got home, her luggage lay scattered on the floor, untouched. She sat in her bedroom, restless at the thought of the woman now standing beside Yaotian, knowing it wasn't her. She bit her lip and paced the room, her mind in turmoil. This situation felt like a thorn lodged in her throat—impossible to swallow or spit out.

After a moment, she walked to the bed, picked up her phone