Qiao Chengxun gazed at the tear-stained face of the girl before him, his expression one of unbearable pain.
At this moment, he didn't dare to speak.
He finally understood that his mere presence before her, even just breathing, could cause her irreparable harm.
She had been constantly changing herself, but what about him?
Ha ha… he had been sitting back and selfishly enjoying her love, as relentless and doomed as a moth to a flame.
Qiao Chengxun, it's time for your self-righteousness to wake up.
The man reluctantly moved away from the girl, pulled over the quilt to cover her jade-like body, and spoke with a heavy voice, "Clothes, someone will bring them over soon. Make sure you see clearly before opening the door."
After dropping those words, he turned and left.
The suite grew quiet, yet the air remained heavy with a sense of intimacy.
Wen Meimei curled up on herself, hiding under the covers, trying to isolate her mess from the world.
