Xia Chuqing headed straight for the elevator entrance, running fast although she knew Xiao Mo would not catch up.
Indeed, when the elevator reached the twenty-second floor, she got on the crowded lift, and Xiao Mo did not come over.
The farewell banquet truly became a farewell.
She was never one to drag her feet. Xiao Mo had made himself very clear, and she would not cling to him.
After going downstairs, she stood under a tree in the plaza, watching the crowd ebb and flow like the tide, watching the traffic lights at the crossroads continually change, and she felt somewhat at a loss.
North, south, east, or west, which direction should she head towards...
She chose not to immediately return, but instead, she walked around the spacious plaza for a while.
When she passed by a flower shop, she casually bought herself a yellow rose.
The rose was beautiful; she held it in her hand, inhaling its rich fragrance.
