He had returned to the aloof and supremely egoistic Ya Shitian he used to be.
"I don't need your pity for even a day, you can leave now, from now on I have nothing to do with you!"
Ye Anqi countered, "Are you serious?"
Ya Shitian slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "I'm not joking with you. Leave now with your things, and don't let me see you again!"
Having said that, he turned and walked away—
Ye Anqi's heart suddenly felt emptier by half.
But nothing showed on her face.
She just blankly stood up and walked towards the upstairs.
Back in the bedroom, Ye Anqi was at a loss as to what to take with her.
Everything she now owned had been given to her by Ya Shitian.
And she wanted to take none of it with her.
Ye Anqi found a backpack and packed only a bottle of Lucky Star; she didn't want to take anything else.
Looking around the bedroom, all that flooded her mind were memories of her and Ya Shitian.
There were joys and sorrows, greetings and farewells.
