The conversation had reached its limit, and Li Die could tell Cheng Weiyue was truly resolved to leave, leaving no room for turning things around.
If she couldn't be persuaded, then there was no point in trying any longer.
Li Die tightened her grip on Cheng Weiyue's hand, "Then I'll walk you to the school gate. With so much luggage, it's not easy for you to carry it all by yourself."
Cheng Weiyue didn't refuse.
The two girls moved the luggage out of the dormitory and had just dragged it to the roadside when a sports car stopped in front of them.
The car window rolled down, and Cheng Weiyue saw Zhao Hanchen sitting in the driver's seat, his cold and melancholic face, his phoenix eyes' curves as charming as ever, but now tinged with a despair that should not have been his.
His voice was hoarse, "Weiyue, I have something I want to say to you."
Cheng Weiyue's face turned pale, her fingers tightening on the handle of her suitcase.
