After seeing He Mo off, Xu Qiaoqiao returned to Nansheng Pavilion.
Looking at the still sleeping Xu Ruohua, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Mother went mad.
It was the price paid for the past.
So, she and her mother were actually the most innocent.
Yet the world is so unreasonable sometimes.
Oftentimes, your existence itself is a crime.
She finally understood the repulsion in Xu Sheng's eyes when he saw her, and she finally understood why a group of people were against her being with Xu Mushen.
Sometimes, it's not that love has faded.
But rather, it can't continue any longer.
As these thoughts crossed her mind, tears began to roll down her cheeks again.
She stood up and looked around the room, only to realize that there was nothing that belonged to her here.
She managed to crook a smile and stood up, beginning to pack her luggage.
One suitcase couldn't even be filled halfway.
