Affection?
Su Yan curled one side of her lips, smirking coldly.
If it were someone else, perhaps they could actually cultivate some affection, but when it comes to her and Gu Chaohan... forget it.
She couldn't get past her own heart, nor could she love him.
The servant saw this and didn't say much.
Feelings are ultimately a matter between two people, outsiders may try to intervene, but it's of little use.
If Su Yan had made up her mind to leave, even if you talked to her forever, she wouldn't listen.
After packing her things, Su Yan carried her suitcase downstairs.
In this place that felt like a cage, she didn't want to stay another minute.
She stepped out of the neighborhood, just about to call a cab when a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight.
Shen Chizheng drove up and rolled down the window, seeing her like this, he couldn't help but pause, "Yanyan?"
Last night's events were still vivid, seeing him now, Su Yan felt instantly uncomfortable.
