บท 261: Chapter 261: Who Gives Time to Measure the Passing Years

Descending the steps, Xu Chaomu dashed down from upstairs at breakneck speed.

She feared she truly couldn't restrain herself from bursting into loud sobs, she didn't want to cry anymore, if she did, she might dehydrate, and after all, girls who cry too much will develop wrinkles.

Upon reaching downstairs, she turned back to her dorm to pack her things, stuffing her small suitcase full to the brim.

Once everything was packed, she tucked the suitcase into a corner, ready to drag it away on the day she would leave on a plane.

After closing the door of her dorm, she came out with only a tote bag in hand—the gift Shen Chi had given her for her eighteenth birthday.

The white dress and those red-soled shoes.

She had washed them until they were spotless, wanting to take them back to the Shen Family.

This time, she was smarter, before heading to the Shen Family, she made a call to the butler Ling from a telephone booth.

If Shen Chi was at home, she would absolutely not return.