Mu Xiangning left, just like that.
Jin Chengzhi thought she would, as before, hold him, cry and beg him, telling him not to break up.
But today, when she came, she didn't make a fuss and cry as she did before.
Every word she spoke was like a sharp needle tip, fiercely stabbing into every corner of his being.
He was not feeling well either.
He sighed and was about to get up and put on his clothes when, inadvertently, he saw an extra set of keys on the floor.
Bending down to pick them up, he stared at the set of keys in his palm and paused slightly.
These keys were for the apartment he once shared with Mu Xiangning, how did she leave them behind?
If she left them behind, how would she enter her home at night?
He wanted to go to the window to see if she had made it downstairs and to call her, to return the keys to her.
But when he opened the window, he saw not a single person below.
He vaguely remembered that there were many keys to that apartment.
