Not sure if Yang Rui has had a prick of conscience, wanting to leave a last shred of dignity for both of us, or if it's an agreement to part ways and never see each other again.
This time, Wang Tianxue returned home and, unusually, didn't run into anyone. The key was still under the flowerpot where it used to be.
Wang Tianxue only packed her and her child's belongings, not taking anything they had bought together.
In Wang Tianxue's words, another glance at this home made her feel sick.
After moving everything to the place she shared with Qin Juan, looking at the small living space, Wang Tianxue hesitated before speaking.
"Mr. Lin..."
"How many times have I told you, just call me by my name, Lin Chuxia, Chuxia is fine too."
In her previous life, Lin Chuxia and Wang Tianxue were close friends who could talk about anything. They struggled through hardships together, sometimes sleeping head to head on a pile of clothes or sharing a bowl of noodles when exhausted.
