Qiao Xiguan stood up, dried her tears, stood up, and turned around to leave.
When the heart truly becomes numb, you don't actually feel the pain.
She had just started to move, suddenly turned around, and watched Gu Zichen slowly stand up.
Gu Zichen stood in front of her, and she needed to slightly raise her head to see his face.
She pressed her lips together, lowered her head, opened her handbag, and flipped to her wallet, pulled out the photo from inside the wallet. Perhaps because it had been too long, she couldn't pull it out after a few attempts. She gritted her teeth, exerted force, and Gu Zichen's photo was somewhat distorted in her hand.
Gu Zichen watched her.
Qiao Xiguan still kept her head down, holding that photo.
"Rip." The sound of the photo being torn.
Once, twice, three times, countless times... until it turned into pieces.
