To avoid arousing their suspicions, she left with only a few small, inconspicuous items. But those things were all imbued with Gu Yixuan's scent.
Seeing them, she could recall how Gu Yixuan looked when he drank water, when he shaved, and how homely he appeared at home, wearing slippers.
In fact, every one of his looks, every one of his actions, had long been etched into her mind; she didn't need other things to reminisce.
But she still wanted to keep more things that belonged to him, as if by doing so, he felt very close, still right by her side.
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Time, swift like a flowing river, quickly passed, and another two or three months went by.
Summer had fully arrived, and W City had entered the scorching heat of the season, a walk outside felt almost like being melted.
During this time, Mo Yan found herself an easy clerical job that paid two or three thousand a month, which was enough to cover her usual expenses.
