Seeing Chi Jingming both moved and conflicted, the sneer in Luo Peirou's eyes flashed briefly. Without saying more, she got up and went upstairs.
Soon, the sound of a door slamming was heard, followed by the roar of a car driving away.
A sudden sense of relief washed over her. Looking at the empty, cold bedroom, Luo Peirou collapsed onto the bed, feeling a bit powerless.
Warm tears slid from the corners of her eyes, quickly soaking the sheets, but Luo Peirou felt that the bitterness in her heart was even more poignant than the tears.
How did it come to this?
Luo Peirou couldn't quite understand.
If when her parents had asked her opinion back then, she had resisted a bit more strongly, surely as long as she didn't marry Chi Jingming, she wouldn't have ended up in this situation today?
But back then, her heart was dead, and she thought it wouldn't matter whom she married. If not Chi Jingming, it would just be another pit of fire, wouldn't it?
