Luo Qiangwei refused Mo Shiche's offer to have the driver take her and dragged several large suitcases forward.
She sat down on a bench in the park not far from the Mo Mansion.
The night was deep.
The cold wind howled through.
Luo Qiangwei took out a thick coat from her suitcase and draped it over herself, she had intended to find her little turtle pillow to hug, but couldn't find it in any of the suitcases.
Did he throw it away?
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She answered it immediately, Yan Chu's voice came from the other end, "Weiwei, it's past eleven, when will you come back, do you need me to come and get you?"
Luo Qiangwei crouched beside her suitcase, not speaking for a long time. Yan Chu grew more worried, "Weiwei..."
"Ah Chu, I agreed to him, to divorce him."
"..." There was sudden silence on the other end.
