Has it become my wild wish to hear his voice before I leave him for good?!
Meng Qingxue wiped the tears from her eyes angrily and stood up abruptly. Picking up her luggage, she walked toward the door. With one hand on the doorknob, she turned around to cast one last look at the apartment. Every nook and cranny reminded her of the man and their times together. Fat teardrops started rolling down her cheeks again, and pretty soon, she was sobbing helplessly anew.
She could not bear to let go. There was something in every corner of the house.
The large bed held memories of their frolicking good times…
The couch in the living room was where she would lay her head on his lap like a petulant child…
At where the kitchen was, she could almost see herself busying to prepare food for him…
Even up to this point, his coat was still hanging on the balcony.
