Tan Qing, you don't even want to see me once?
You had everything done through the waiter. You clearly have the room key, you could have come in yourself to deliver things to me.
She bit her lip tightly and returned to the sofa, picked up the porridge, looked at it, and put it down again.
With her loose hair tied into a ponytail, Tong Xi threw the room card on the bed and turned to leave.
It was still early to go to work, and she quickly got a taxi. After stating her address, she lowered her head slightly, looking at her shoe tips as two lines of tears flowed down, drop by drop falling on her shoe tips. She let them be, watching them spread on the shoe tips until the taxi driver told her she'd arrived home, and she then wiped them away harshly with the back of her hand.
The room was still as tidy as the moment she left, and if it weren't for the clothes on her back, she would doubt if Tan Qing had ever been there.
Time to leave.
