Wen Nianchu clearly said nothing, yet it seemed as though she had said everything.
Long after he had left, Yao Qing rose and entered the bedroom.
All love must meet, nothing stays forever. Life is full of fears, as fragile as the morning dew.
From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. To be free from love is to be free from sorrow and fear.
——"King Miao Se's Quest for Dharma Verses"
Yao Qing looked down at her cellphone.
This wallpaper had been used for two or three years now, indeed suitable for the current situation.
No love can last forever.
The suitcase contained some personal everyday items and a few clothes. Even though this was her house, she couldn't call it entirely hers anymore, especially since Yu Yanshen could enter at any time.
She pushed open the bedroom door and stepped out just as the front door was also being opened.
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Yu Yanshen had just quickly ended a conversation with Feng Ye, culminating in a near-fight before both of their secretaries intervened.
