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"Auntie Zhang, there was a certain reason why the young master and I had to separate for a while, don't worry."
Mai Xiaomai wrapped her arms around Auntie Zhang, "Please take good care of the young master."
"Young Madam, who will take care of you then?"
Auntie Zhang asked anxiously.
"I can take care of myself, and my parents are there for me too, I've been just fine before I got married."
"But how can that be the same? How can it be the same?"
Auntie Zhang protested loudly.
"It's the same, Auntie Zhang, goodbye."
Mai Xiaomai turned back for a glance at Qiao Chutian, who stood at the stairway entrance but had not come down; he just watched her...
Seeing his gaze...
Her heart felt an acute pain as if it had been instantly crushed.
Unable to look any longer, she lowered her head and, pulling her luggage, walked out.
Qiao Chutian went to the balcony to watch her leave.
Watching her familiar form slowly depart from the family home and step onto the gravel path outside.
