After saying this, An Yunluo turned around and left the room. Yan Ranran collapsed on the sofa and lost all her strength. She closed her eyes and cried silently.

It turned out that my heart hurt so much when I heard him say this.

They had been entangled for so long, even when their relationship was bad, he had never said half of what he would give up on her, and he was always entangled. Now, he finally did what she wanted, but why was she still so sad, as if the world had become gray in an instant.

But she knew... she had no way out.

That night, An Yunluo did not come back, and Yan Ranran almost opened her eyes until dawn, then pulled out her suitcase and started to pack up her things.

Because she was afraid that she would stay for a few more seconds, she wanted to retreat, wanted to regret it, didn't want to leave here, or left An Yunluo.

She originally thought she had very few things, after all, when she packed her luggage last time, she quickly packed it up, and it was very easy to be very neat, but this time, she gradually had more things, and every item seemed to carry different memories. It was obvious that she and An Yunluo had only been in love for half a year, but every bit of the room was a memory she couldn't bear. Every item, even if it was simple like some small decorations, was her hard work.

She really regarded this place as her home, so at this moment, she really didn't know where to start when she asked her to pack up her things.

She looked at the open wardrobe. In the past, the clothes inside were placed in their own way, and the Chu River and Han dynasties were clearly distinguished. But now, they are mixed together, you have me and I have the same intimacy as you.

What she has to do now is to break this intimate and remove the loved ones from her heart.

Her hand trembled and tears burst out before she could touch the clothes.

I can't bear to give up... but I have to give up after all.

Yan Ranran gritted her teeth, became cruel and cruel. She packed up a few clothes randomly, carried her suitcase and left the bedroom. She did not leave directly, but turned to Yan Qianqian's room.

Yan Qianqian fell asleep sideways, her intact face exposed, tender and fair. No one would have thought that her other face would be like that.

She was not sleeping soundly, her brows frowned, as if she was restless in her sleep. She was originally the youthful age and should have laughed carefreely, but now she has nightmares...

Yan Ranran's heart ached slightly. She bent down and wanted to reach out to help her smooth her raised brows, but when she leaned down, she heard Yan Qianqian's lips suddenly opened slightly, and she called out three words quietly, "An Yunluo..."

Yan Ranran's hand suddenly stopped in the air, her fingers were slightly stiff and trembling. Finally, her fingers were bent little by little and clenched into fists.
Chapter completed!