He would want to leave her. Even if it was a risk to leave her, she would let him live freely and do as he wished.
It was very late when Leng Xiaomo returned.
She thought about it for a long time. She drank some more wine, but it wasn't much. It was just enough to make her bold.
On the way back, her back was swaying.
When passers-by saw her, they would take a few more glances at her out of curiosity. It could be because she was holding a bottle of wine and drinking as she walked, or it could be because when they saw her, she was walking on the road with her head raised and her face covered in tears.
She didn't know where her love started, but it was deep.
However, no one noticed it.
She did not know when, but not far behind her, a tall man was following her. Perhaps at first, this man wanted to rush up and ask her what was going on when he accidentally bumped into her, but gradually, he stopped and only followed her silently.
