The person in charge was very kind and said, "Miss Wen, take a look and see if there's anything you like, you can keep anything. Mr. Zhao doesn't want any of these things."
Doesn't want any of them.
She, like these items, was merely trash discarded by Zhao Hanchen.
Wen Lingyue listened to the man's words, blinked her eyes and seemed to recover her senses after a moment, "Okay, thank you."
All the furnishings and decorations were almost brand new.
During her days with Zhao Hanchen, Wen Lingyue had gained some knowledge and could recognize the brands of several pieces.
Such expensive items, he was indeed quite generous to her.
Wen Lingyue tugged at the corners of her mouth, her smile difficult.
She should be content, yet in her midnight dreams, she would still shed tears over and over again.
She could only tell herself, Wen Lingyue, this is the path you chose, you must bear it alone.
What right do you have to cry out in pain?
