The slender fingers slowly stiffened, he bent them little by little, clenched them into a fist, pressed it against the clothes, and after a long silence, he got up, closed the packed suitcase, pulled up the zipper, lifted it, and left with large strides without looking back.
What needs to be let go should be let go, don't dwell on what shouldn't be dwelled on either.
Like a man.
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The wedding car Dong Xin Yan was sitting in, and the car Gu Ningyi was in, drove out together. Her wedding venue was in the west, the airport in the east. At a certain intersection, there was a fleeting moment of crossing paths.
However, she bowed her head, he lowered his eyes, the cars brushed past each other, and so did they...
Half past eight.
Dong Xin Yan's hand was hooked around Mr. Dong's, led by him step by step up the red carpet.
The Wedding March played, with a romantic and joyful melody. A little flower boy and girl led the way ahead, pink rose petals drifting down one by one.
