After walking out of the bedroom, Leng Zimo strode downstairs.
But, that damn Luo Xiaoqian, she is still everywhere.
On TV, there is a picture of her.
In the shoe cabinet, there are her piggy slippers.
…
From upstairs to downstairs, from the living room to the foyer... and into his heart, her shadow was everywhere.
Even when he opened the door, he would think of that day when she forgot the key and locked herself out.
"When I come back, I will drive you out completely!"
Gritting his teeth, he slammed the door.
I want to drive you out of my heart completely, right? Then it won’t hurt anymore?!
Dragging his suitcase into the elevator and looking at his own shadow in the elevator wall, he saw her again.
That day, she wore loose home clothes and stood barefoot in the elevator. Because her feet were cold, her white toes were bent, and she smiled at him with a hidden smile.
"I'm here to see you off, and I have a question by the way!"
"Damn it!"
Leng Zimo suddenly raised his hand and punched the elevator wall hard.
The elevator door slowly closed tightly.
Behind the fire escape door not far away, Luo Xiaoqian leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face and throwing several small pieces on the floor.
All the way upstairs, she heard his footsteps when she was about to open the door.
Hearing his extremely angry "damn it", she really didn't have the courage to face Leng Zimo, so she hid in panic outside the escape door.
As a result, I heard his diarrhea words.
He wants to drive her away.
When she thought of this, she almost couldn't breathe.
Although she knew very well in her heart that such an outcome would be good for him and her, she still couldn't help but feel distressed.
After standing behind the safety ladder for a long time, Luo Xiaoqian weakly opened the door and walked out.
When she came to the door and looked at the coded access control above, her vision was blurred again.
090512, entering the passwords one by one, listening to the familiar sound, Luo Xiaoqian took a deep breath, slowly opened the door and walked in.
She looked towards the kitchen and thought of the tall figure wearing an apron.
She turned to the living room and saw him entangled with her on the sofa.
She went upstairs, opened the door to the practice room and walked in.
In the corner of the practice room, many of her things were still packed. She had been so busy recently that she didn't even have time to pack them up, so there was no need to pack them anymore.
Her eyes touched the wooden ruler placed in the corner, she bent down to pick it up and put it on the small table aside.
She picked up her suitcase and walked into the bedroom.
There was a faint smell of chocolate in the room, which was the smell of his favorite cigar.
She tried hard to avoid looking away from the big bed, but there were so many memories in this room that even if she didn't look at them, she would still think of them.
She opened the closet in annoyance, looked at his messed up hair, and froze in place again.
This man, who had always done things in an orderly manner, had made such a mess in the closet. It was obvious that he was in a very bad mood.
Bending down, Luo Xiaoqian re-hanged the fallen clothes on the hangers one by one.
Most of his clothes were dark colors, but hers were bright and colorful. The clothes of the two styles were interspersed together.
The cheap T-shirt she bought from Taobao clung to his high-end French custom-made suit...
"Luo Xiaoqian, your decision is right, this is not your world to begin with!"
With a whisper, Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand and pulled off her T-shirt.
