Compassion.
Yes, that's the right word, compassion.
Zhan Se hadn't been living at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center for long and didn't have much luggage to take with her.
The dormitory where she had lived was left vacant since she and Du Xiaoren had left. Most of the useful items she had taken to Jinshan Villa long ago. What remained could be packed easily—a suitcase sufficed to hold all the odds and ends.
As for her office, there was even less to pack. She tossed everything into a cardboard box, and just like that, her few months as a psychological counselor at the center were over.
The next step was to ensure all the necessary procedures were completed in advance. Currently, a simple resignation report was all she needed to leave the center behind.
Leaning over her desk, Zhan Se quickly composed the report.
In the director's office, Ai Muran sat quietly on her own, as if waiting for her.
