Thinking about it this way, all those struggles and despair from before seem like an absurd comedy. He didn't expect to get tired of it so quickly.
The sky darkened slowly, and Qin Youxue lay on the bed, eyes closed, a bit sleepy, but unable to sleep.
Her mind was filled with bits and pieces of her time with that man.
From her student days to now, he left so casually, and yet when will the mark he left on her completely disappear...
Whether love or hate, the memories he left her are probably eternal.
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Early in the morning, Qin Youxue got up to pack her things.
She didn't have much stuff.
The check Mo Xiaoman gave her, she left on the dressing table. The bank card Mo Hexuan gave her, she didn't take either. As for clothes, aside from what she bought shopping, she didn't take any, leaving the suitcase empty, just like when she arrived, with nothing packed.
