For a split second, Zhu Qianying felt like she had entered a parallel universe, witnessing a person with Yan Bo's identical shell but with a completely different soul.
The Yan Bo she knew was not the one in front of her eyes.
He should be pulling his luggage in and then...
No! He would not even have luggage. Because the Yan Bo she knew, when she left him, would have cleared all her belongings completely, leaving nothing left to obstruct his vision.
But now, not only did he carefully keep her belongings, he returned them to her after five years, even allowing her to play with him.
Zhu Qianying got up, walked a few steps over, squatted down, and closed the suitcase.
"Don't pack up anymore! I might be broke, but I can still afford these items!"
Yan Bo remained half-squatting, staring at her at the same level. Besides many emotions that Zhu Qianying did not want to touch, there was a hint of hurt in his deep eyes.
