C1801

The weather was bleak. Song Xiaoyu stared at the back of the figure who was walking away with large strides. Her eyes had somehow reddened, because the figure of his leaving was simply too decisive.

Song Xiaoyu wanted to shout to stop him, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, "I ?"

She did not finish her words as she watched Fu Weichen's car drive away.

Song Xiaoyu