After a fierce kiss that lasted a long time, he finally let go of Weilan and said to her, "I really have to go."
Weilan nodded.
He took a deep look at Weilan one more time before he left.
He descended the staircase without looking back and headed straight outside.
He feared that if he turned around, he wouldn't bear to leave; he feared losing control and taking Weilan into the bedroom for a night of passion, forgetting what was most important.
Weilan stood on the second floor, watching his figure walk away, and suddenly felt that the villa, with all its vast space, was incredibly empty.
Afterward, the entire villa sank into silence.
The bodyguards increased their numbers, and Weilan suffered from insomnia.
She felt that she had suddenly entered a very chaotic situation.
No, she couldn't remain passive like this.
She needed to do something.
She couldn't just sit around waiting for things to happen; she had to make preparations in advance.