So why should she shamelessly cling on here when he doesn’t love her? There was no need for her to debase herself.
Getting up, she packed her luggage, Mo Ran decided to leave.
This place, where she had come and gone, felt like she was just a passerby, with no sense of belonging. Read complete version only at N0velFire.ɴet
After leaving this time, she didn’t want to come back.
Even if she were with him, she didn’t want to come back.
She wanted to live in the house she rented, where she felt in control, feeling like she wasn’t just a passerby who always had to read other people’s faces.
Carrying her luggage downstairs, all the elderly women turned to look at her, except for Gu Yixuan, who was sitting on the couch.
"Miss Mo, what are you doing?!" The old woman asked in surprise.
Gu Yixuan’s eyes shifted slightly, he turned his head to look at her, and upon seeing the suitcase in her hand, his eyes seemed to darken a few shades.
Mo Ran looked him in the eye, walked up to him, and said, "I think we need some time to calm down, to really think about whether this relationship is worth pursuing further.
Also, I don’t want to stay in this villa anymore. From now on, I won’t come back.
If you don’t love me, I don’t want to be a caged bird for you alone. It’s time we let each other go and stop entangling."
After a pause, she turned to the old woman, "Grandma, I’m leaving, thank you for taking care of me during this time. And you two as well, thank you for your care."
"Miss Mo..." The old woman looked helplessly at Gu Yixuan, hoping he would speak up to keep her.
Gu Yixuan still didn’t move or speak, it was unclear whether he tacitly consented to her departure.
Mo Ran lowered her gaze, her heart filled with sorrow once more; the two of them were truly over.
She let out a self-deprecating laugh; what was she feeling sad about when the person didn’t even like her?
Carrying her luggage, she headed toward the door, her steps resolute, without any lingering attachment.
"Bang—" Just as she reached the entrance, a loud noise erupted from behind her.
Mo Ran, startled, turned around quickly and saw Gu Yixuan punching and shattering half of a glass bar.
His hand was wrapped in thick gauze, and with this punch, new wounds were added to old ones, blood quickly seeping through the bandages and dropping onto the floor.
He stood beside the bar, with glass shards scattered around him. His pitch-black, lifeless eyes stared steadily at her, his face ashen and expressionless.
At that moment, he looked like a ferocious and malevolent Asura, utterly terrifying.