"I'll pass the message on for you, please don't worry."
Qiao Mo nodded, reluctantly withdrawing her gaze and slowly heading upstairs.
Entering the familiar room, taking in the familiar sights, even though she was clearly ready to leave, her eyes still inexplicably stung.
But after all… this wasn't her home…
Standing lost in thought for a long time, Qiao Mo finally lowered her eyes slowly.
Without further hesitation, she directly walked into the bedroom, took out the suitcase, and started packing her things.
Though her stay here wasn't long, it wasn't short either, in this villa, too many stories had unfolded.
Happy, painful, unforgettable, all would finally become the past.
Looking at the clothes in the closet mixed with his, Qiao Mo felt somewhat lost.
Everything of hers in this house was intertwined with his, like destiny, woven together.
Because there were so many bits and pieces, even though Qiao Mo packed quickly, it still took her about half an hour.
