Xie Shao hurts: I beg my husband to be pure

Qiao Xiao went downstairs and went to his bedroom to get some documents.

Except for some things necessary for life, nothing superfluous will be taken away.Here, there wasn't much that belonged to her.She refused to take away anything that could remind her of everything here.After sorting it out, she made a phone call and inquired about the fastest air ticket to the UK.Standing calmly in the hall for a while, looking at every familiar place in the house, as if saying goodbye to them, and wanting to imprint everything here deeply in my mind.

After a long time, I collected my mood and walked to the door.

Slowly, the door opened...

For a moment, she froze in place. [

There was a handsome, somewhat mature man with long hair standing in front of the door. There was no excessive emotion on his calm face, but there was a little bit of solemnity and sadness between his brows.

Li Lun hurried back.

For several minutes, he stood at the door without going in.

The reason is unknown...

Qiao Xiao was stunned for a while, then recovered, closed her eyes dimly, turned her gaze away from him, silently dragged the suitcase, missed Li Lun and went out.The inevitable passing...no need for a word.At that moment, time seemed to stop.My heart hurts, and that kind of pain is expanding rapidly... It seems that there is an invisible knife cutting, scratching, stabbing, and tangling in my heart...

It's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it.

Any words seem to be superfluous at this moment!

Deep depression, boundless pain!

She took her time and walked away step by step.

He turned his head slowly, pursed his thin lips tightly, and just stood quietly on the steps in front of the door, staring at the slender figure that was gradually leaving.He didn't move until she disappeared in front of the gate.It's just that the fists hidden in the trouser pockets were clenched tightly.Palms with pierced nails...

Pressed hard, didn't hold back...

In the evening, the international airport in City A.

Qiao Xiao sat numbly in the waiting room.

The fastest flight to the UK is at [-]:[-] p.m., and there is still more than an hour before now. However, she has been sitting here for an entire afternoon, and she still hasn't left.

In this city, she has nowhere to go.

Time passed in depression.

However, she will never know that at this moment in the dark—in a corner she cannot see, there is a person silently guarding her, waiting with her.

When the time came, when she walked into the gate.

The man is still in the...[

In the end, he watched her leave safely.