Jing Hao, are you really unwilling to say a word to me even after our breakup?
You are so smart; you must have known long ago that I betrayed you.
Thinking of this, a trace of bitterness welled up in Qiao Mo's eyes. Lightly flipping through the photos of them together from the past, her eyes were already moist.
She knew that since they had broken up, she shouldn't linger any longer.
But she couldn't bear it, couldn't bring herself to delete those photos.
Every photo carried their memories, so vivid.
Finally, Qiao Mo saved all their past photos in an encrypted folder, along with his messages, setting a password as well.
Qiao Mo thought if she had no choice but to let go, then she would cherish these memories well.
Not long after organizing the photos and messages, the elderly man who went to the Qiao family today came with two servants to the bedroom door, knocked, and said, "Miss Qiao, these are your luggage."
