"Turn around, let's go back," Su Li commanded.
The driver obeyed, turned the car around, and drove back.
But where was Su Li's silhouette in front of the civil affairs office now?
Chengfeng leaned back in his seat, looking lost and forlorn. It was a long while before he gestured for the driver to drive on.
If one were to talk about moving, Su Li did it quickly this time because the belongings she had moved last time had not been brought back, so there wasn't much to move this time.
Moreover, this place was also her home; she could always come back whenever she wanted or needed anything.
After loading the boxes into the car, she glanced at the house one last time and then drove away.
It was not without heartache.
But like a moth to a flame, emerging from a cocoon reborn, how could one see a rainbow without enduring some storms?
Perhaps, after the pain subsides, things will get better.
All wounds have a healing process; her love for Chengfeng would heal in the same way.
