The implication of these words is that Yue Qingshan put her love into Su Changfeng's body, but unfortunately, Su Changfeng was not moved by her.
"You go rest, I have to pack my things," saying this, Su Changfeng returned to his room.
Yue Qingshan felt like a soulless body, muddling back to her room, covering her head with a pillow and biting the corner of her quilt tightly. She tried to control her sobs, but in the silent night, the sound of her whimpering was particularly piercing.
The soundproofing in such apartments is generally not great, so much so that Su Changfeng, while packing his things, could clearly hear Yue Qingshan's crying. He couldn't help but sigh.
Yue Qingshan truly is a particularly nice woman, and she's particularly beautiful, but this kind of emotional separation, Su Changfeng cannot enjoy in this lifetime, nor does he have the slightest intention to enjoy it.
