The picture showed they were sitting in the back seat of a taxi, with Gavin sleeping and her leaning against his shoulder.
The caption read, [Poor child. He has someone that loves him.]
At this moment, I was calm as if I had anticipated everything.
This was what it felt like to be relieved!
Instead of waiting at the restaurant, I went straight home.
This was a house my parents left for me. It had been a while since I came back here.
After a rough cleaning of the room, I collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted.
As I turned on my cell phone, numerous messages flooded in, most of which were reproaches from Gavin, along with an explanation from Jessa.
After filtering out these messages, I opened the WhatsApp chat window with my teacher.
As if telepathic, a video call from my teacher rang out at that moment.