If Chu Yao hadn't had that accident, she might have been able to stay with Nan Jiaojiao a bit longer and helped her move on faster.
But there were no ifs.
She voluntarily went to prison.
She burned her own bridges.
And she severed Nan Jiaojiao's dependency on her.
It couldn't be said that she hated her, nor could she bring herself to forgive her, but tonight at Shengyue Mansion, the dishes had all gone cold, and Nan Jiaojiao had not shown up.
"Let's go. I've got an apartment sitting empty. You can stay there for now," Lu Zhenzhen held the steering wheel, her face as calm as ever.
Chu Yao had many properties to her name, but she didn't mention any of them, obviously trying to avoid someone.
"I'm afraid I can't stay there anymore."
Chu Yao rested her elbow on the window sill, her face cradled in her hand, her gaze returning from the rearview mirror, the smile in her eyes somewhat faded.
