After painting her in his mind, Liang Chen suddenly didn't want to linger here any longer.
When she had disregarded his pleas, seized the airline ticket Liang Yuan had given her, and fled to a far-off place, every time he thought unwaveringly of her, stepping into this area always put him at ease.
But now, crazily missing her all the same, coming here only made him feel like his heart was being shredded to pieces.
Liang Chen put on his coat, made himself presentable, stepped out of the glass room, locked the door, and stood on the side of the road with no desire to drive home. He began to wander aimlessly through the streets.
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The weather wasn't great today. As evening approached, it began to gently snow.
Jing Haohao, observing the people who were rushing around, either going home or seeking shelter from the snow, continued to walk leisurely, keeping her own pace.
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