novelraw Chapter 258 - 259: Not a World That Belongs to You [5]
Chapter 258 - 259: Not a World That Belongs to You [5]
Stepping out of the bedroom, Leng Zimo strode downstairs.
But that damned Luo Xiaoqian, she was still everywhere.
On the TV, there were her photos.
In the shoe cabinet, there were her Little Piggy slippers.
...
From upstairs to downstairs, from the living room to the entryway... all the way into his heart, her shadow was everywhere.
Even when he opened the front door, he would remember the day she forgot her keys and locked herself out.
"Wait until I get back, I’m going to completely drive you out!"
Clenching his teeth, he slammed the door shut with force.
To completely drive you out from my heart, is that when it will no longer hurt?!
Dragging his suitcase into the elevator, looking at his reflection cast on the elevator wall, he saw her again.
That day, she was wearing an oversized house dress, standing barefoot in the elevator, curling up her snow-white toes from the cold, and hiding her smile from him.
"I’ll come to see you off, and ask something by the way!"
"Damn it!"
Leng Zimo suddenly lifted his hand and punched the elevator wall hard.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
Not far behind a fire escape door, Luo Xiaoqian leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face, slipping over her cheeks, shattering into tiny pieces on the floor.
All the way upstairs, she heard his footsteps as she prepared to open the door.
Listening to his angry curse, "Damn it," she didn’t have the courage to face Leng Zimo and fled in a panic behind the fire escape door.
As a result, she heard his outburst.
He was going to drive her away.
The thought alone almost suffocated her.
Although she clearly understood that such an outcome was good for both him and her, she still couldn’t help but feel heartache.
After standing behind the fire escape for a long while, Luo Xiaoqian weakly pushed open the door and walked out.
Arriving at the front door, she saw the keypad lock and her vision blurred once more.
090512, she entered the password one by one, listened to the familiar click sound, Luo Xiaoqian took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the door and walked in.
She looked toward the kitchen, and she thought of his tall figure, wearing an apron.
She turned to the living room, where she saw him entangled with her on the sofa.
She went upstairs and pushed open the door to the Practice Room.
In a corner of the Practice Room, many of her things were still in packages, she had been too busy recently, too busy even to tidy up, which was good, no need to tidy up anymore.
Her gaze fell upon the wooden ruler in the corner; she bent down, picked it up, and placed it on the small table beside her.
Pulling her suitcase, she entered the bedroom.
Inside the room, there was a faint smell of chocolate, the scent of his favorite cigar.
She tried to keep her gaze away from the bed, but there were too many memories in this room, even if she didn’t look, she would still remember.
Annoyed, she opened the wardrobe and saw his tousled hair; she froze again in place.
This man, always methodical in his ways, had made such a mess inside the wardrobe; it was clear he was in a very bad mood.
Bending down, Luo Xiaoqian one by one picked up the fallen clothes and re-hung them on the hangers.
His clothes were mostly dark colors; hers were vibrant, the two styles of clothes intersecting each other.
Her cheap T-shirts bought from Taobao, nestled next to his high-end custom-made suits from France...
"Luo Xiaoqian, your decision is right, this is not your world!"
With a soft sigh, Luo Xiaoqian reached up and tugged off her T-shirt.