In the end, she still couldn't bear to leave.
If she hadn't seen him, it would be fine, but now that she had, how could she just walk away?
Standing at the bedside, looking at the sleeping Jiao Yang, Mo Bei took a gentle breath, leaned down, and softly touched his face with her fingers, planting a light kiss on his lips.
"I'm leaving, I hope you... find happiness."
Turning around, Mo Bei quietly walked to the door, gripping the doorknob, and slowly closed the door.
As the door gradually closed, his face slowly vanished from her sight, until the door completely separated her from him.
Biting her lip, Mo Bei struggled to turn around, releasing the doorknob.
Before meeting him, she originally thought that so-called love was nothing more than male-female lust.
It wasn't until she met him and understood him that Mo Bei realized she was wrong.
