The quilt gently floated back onto Baili Xia, and Mu Xiaojiu turned around, walking towards the floor-to-ceiling window without looking back.
By the time Baili Xia wrapped herself in the quilt and looked up, his tall figure had already disappeared from the room.
The scent of cigarette smoke still lingered strongly, but he had already walked far away.
Finally, he left. Perhaps, it was better that he had left.
If he had stayed, it would have only left a room filled with confrontation and hurt. What would be the use of staying?
She clutched the quilt tightly, but the tears at the corners of her eyes never fell.
She had thought their hearts were very close, but the issue of a child immediately revealed the true state of their relationship.
What had really changed? It was just meeting up, just him being a bit gentler to her, wasn't it?
In fact, it was really no different from before...
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