Yao Beidi lowered her eyes.
She looked at Xiaoxiao's clumsy drawings on the ground, watching as her mother helped Xiaoxiao write down each word. She said, "Then let's try."
Yin Bin was taken aback.
"If you don't mind my body, let's give it a try."
"In my heart, you will always be the purest."
But in my heart, it's not pure anymore.
Yao Beidi picked up those pieces bit by bit, then placed them on the coffee table in the living room. She stood up and went upstairs to busy herself with packing her luggage. It wasn't much, and she came down with a small suitcase, which Yin Bin naturally took over.
Their fingers touched.
Yin Bin looked at her expression.
Yao Beidi appeared calm, without any hint of rejection.
The two of them left this luxurious vintage-style apartment.
Yao Beidi closed the door and then bolted it.
The crisp sound of locking the door signified that from then on, this place would be history, and no one would ever open it again, until... death.
