"I love you very much, please don't doubt that."
"Bang," a sound of the door closing.
Yin Shixiu was still sitting in a corner of the sofa, a closed laptop on his knees, his distinctly jointed hands resting on it, his deep gaze unfocused.
He looked around... regularly flying back and forth between different countries, staying in one hotel after another, the empty suite devoid of any feeling of home...
This was a place he was attached to, the smile on Su Xiaomeng's face was what he wanted to come home and gaze at closely even if he flew to the end of the world.
But now? He found that this empty bedroom no longer held the warmth he was attached to, no different from a hotel suite filled with unfamiliar fragrances.
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The next morning, as Yin Shixiu was about to go for a morning run, Su Xiaomeng had already changed and was stretching in the yard. Upon seeing Yin Shixiu come out of the bedroom, she merely glanced at him indifferently...
