Jing Hang had prepared the medicine for her, and she had already taken it into her hands.
She had been planning to give it to him after he returned from his business trip if he wanted it.
But now, he probably didn't need it anymore!
He would never forgive her again.
She would never forgive herself either!
Let it be!
Whether she suffered insomnia or not, she was leaving this place, leaving him.
Let both of them suffer a little less.
Ming Yao turned around and walked toward the main villa.
Gu Siting watched Ming Yao's slender back, he closed his eyes, feeling the entire world spinning, the scene before him a blur.
These past few months, whether it was Gu Fuzhen or Ming Yao, the myriad moments he spent with the ever-changing her flashed through his mind like a carousel.
Ultimately, his thoughts stalled on the image of him holding Little Snowball's slowly cooling body, walking out of the pet hospital in utter despair.
He couldn't forgive her.