When Xirong Ziye was in the car, he still could not help but turn back to look at the White House. He did not know if he would still come back here next time.
However, he felt that this was the place where he would leave his feelings. He would bury this deep in his memory.
As he stared at it, Xirong Ziye vaguely felt as if he had seen Bai Yaoyao. She was standing right outside at the door to welcome him, with a broad smile on her face.
Xirong Ziye ran over in agitation and excitement, wanting to hug Bai Yaoyao. However, he looked again and realized that there was nothing there. It was just an illusion.
The desolation and pain in his heart hurt intensely. It made Xirong Ziye's stomach start to hurt again.
Liu Zhong could not really bear to see him like this. He could only feel sad for him, that fate made fools of people.
