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She couldn't bear to pack away her things from here.
Qiao Chutian couldn't bear it even more.
Every time she packed something, his heart felt as though a piece was being cut away.
"Don't pack anymore!"
He finally couldn't endure it, his voice choked with emotion, "Just leave them, even if I can't see you, seeing these things feels the same."
Mai Xiaomai nodded tearfully, pulled open the drawer, and took out the red jade comb, "I'll take this comb with me. In half a year, my hair should reach my shoulders."
Qiao Chutian nodded and, touching his own hair which had grown not-so-short, said, "But up until now, you still haven't given me a haircut!"
"I'll cut it now."
Mai Xiaomai looked over to Macy and said, "I'm just cutting his hair, this doesn't break any rules, right?"
"Hmm, whatever."
Macy couldn't bear to watch them looking like star-crossed lovers forced to part and nodded, "But no intimate contact."
