After finally rushing back, I saw no sign of her in the living room or bedroom. Her luggage was gone after searching everywhere, and even Pudding was nowhere to be found...
Leng Sichen felt a chill in his heart, and sat down on the sofa, feeling utterly powerless, "Heh, Xia Yuxun... you have still left..."
He let out a bitter laugh, picked up the teacup from the coffee table, and slowly twirled it in his hands. The next second, he hurled it violently towards the wall.
"Clang—"
A harsh shattering noise echoed through the quiet night.
The soundproofing here was no match for his luxurious mansion; soon, the voices of a quarreling couple from next door could be heard.
Leng Sichen didn't immediately go looking for her, but just lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, and assumed a pose of self-abandonment.
What difference would finding her make? If her heart wasn't here, she would still leave.
But what if she encountered some trouble all alone?
