So why should she shamelessly cling on here when he doesn't love her? There was no need for her to debase herself.
Getting up, she packed her luggage, Mo Ran decided to leave.
This place, where she had come and gone, felt like she was just a passerby, with no sense of belonging.
After leaving this time, she didn't want to come back.
Even if she were with him, she didn't want to come back.
She wanted to live in the house she rented, where she felt in control, feeling like she wasn't just a passerby who always had to read other people's faces.
Carrying her luggage downstairs, all the elderly women turned to look at her, except for Gu Yixuan, who was sitting on the couch.
"Miss Mo, what are you doing?!" The old woman asked in surprise.
Gu Yixuan's eyes shifted slightly, he turned his head to look at her, and upon seeing the suitcase in her hand, his eyes seemed to darken a few shades.