The night was deep.
In the outskirts of Y City.
Dragging a suitcase, Ye Yuqiao aimlessly walked on the unfamiliar streets, with tears continuously falling from her face.
The saddest thing in the world is to have found where your heart belongs, only to steel yourself to leave it and wander alone.
Only two hours after leaving, Ye Yuqiao already missed home terribly, and her Chen Hao.
What was Chen Hao doing right now? Ye Yuqiao wondered.
Thinking that Chen Hao might be anxiously looking for her, or possibly upset and feeling down in his blanket, Ye Yuqiao's heart ached faintly; or rather, thinking that Chen Hao was still foolishly unaware of her departure or, even worse, indifferent about it, Ye Yuqiao felt as if her heart was being cut with a knife.
Her heart was conflicted! She hoped Chen Hao would think of her but was also afraid that thinking of her would cause him pain.