Gu Moyang smelled a distinct aroma, and his body suddenly felt weak.
If it weren't for his rigorous training, he would have fainted by now.
Lin Qian picked up the box, and Gu Moyang had already gone completely limp on the floor, "Lin... Lin Qian, don't... don't make another mistake..."
After saying this, Gu Moyang could no longer stay conscious and collapsed onto the floor.
Lin Qian took a deep breath, casually grabbed a blanket off the bed and covered him with it.
She bent down and lightly touched his face, "Moyang, I'm sorry, forget about me. May you find happiness."
This was probably the last time she would look at him so intently; there would be no more opportunities like this in the future.
Goodbye, my first love!
Lin Qian put on a mask, grabbed the suitcase, and staggered out.
When Gu Moyang woke up, it was already past seven in the evening.
He looked at the blanket on his body, and the surroundings were deserted - Lin Qian was nowhere in sight.
