890 It Wasn't Her (9)

Xia Nuannuan suddenly quietened down and her fists relaxed.

She walked to her wardrobe and opened her suitcase.

The room was in a bit of a mess because the butler had searched through it.

But he had left Shen Zihao's belongings untouched, he had not dared make a mess of his things.

On the other hand, her belongings had been strewn all over the place.

Xia Nuannuan felt a deep sorrow and gloom in her heart, as though something was weighing heavily on it, making it hard for her to breathe.

She bit her lip and bent over. Slowly, she folded her clothes and put them into the suitcase.

She wasn't from a rich family. Hence, even after getting married and moving in, there wasn't much to take with her.

She put the strewn clothes into her suitcase.

Then she turned around and reached for her other clothes.