Lu Peijin's heart thumped heavily, a sudden ominous premonition rising within him.
He swiftly pushed open the door, and what he saw first was the tidy room.
Su Zhiruan always liked cleanliness, and normally this room was kept very clean, but today, although the room was also clean, it was clearly empty.
He had the room renovated, turning the adjacent small room into her dressing room, where he added many new outfits and expensive jewelry—all piled up there.
However, when he opened the wardrobe, he found it very full.
The jewelry on the dressing table was neatly placed in velvet boxes, some of which had never been opened.
The things he had bought for her, she hadn't taken any of them with her; she had only taken her own.
On the desk near the windowsill lay a contract.
The handwriting on it was elegant, with both their names at the bottom—this was the contract they had previously signed.
With just one glance, Lu Peijin could understand her message.
She had left.
