Watching Qin Yao's retreating figure, Gong Hannian sneered with disdain on her face, "Hmm, after all, he's the one you once loved so deeply. Gong Xiaoqiao, I wonder if seeing him like this would make your heart ache?" Gong Hannian smirked as she looked in the direction Qin Yao had left.
"Xiao Rou, sorry, but after all, 'every man for himself, and the devil takes the hindmost'..."
...
The next morning.
A new set of clothes lay on the bed, breakfast was served on the table, and Gu Hangshen sat silently on the sofa, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee.
Gong Xiaoqiao changed into her clothes, washed up, and sat down quietly at the dining table to eat breakfast, but she lost her appetite after only a few bites.
"I've finished eating," Gong Xiaoqiao put down her chopsticks.
Gu Hangshen glanced at the barely touched breakfast without a word, picked up his coat, and left the house, with Gong Xiaoqiao following behind.
