Seeing Bai Yaoyao holding her luggage, Xirong Ziye had a sudden urge to take it away from her. However, his hands gripped only empty air at his sides, and he could only stare as she walked towards the door.
"It's still raining outside. Leave tomorrow!"
Bai Yaoyao froze. She thought that he would try to make her stay and say that he chose her. Indeed, deep inside, she was looking forward to such a moment.
This man had hurt her too deeply.
She wouldn't keep her feelings for him, nor would she miss him.
Her pause didn't last that long. After a moment, she continued to walk out of the villa, ignoring the pouring rain outside.
Xirong Ziye opened an umbrella over Bai Yaoyao's head, but she just turned around and said, "Thank you, but I'm okay. I can leave on my own."
"I'll send you off."
"No, don't let the reporters see this."
