She wondered what Qin Yize must have felt when he clandestinely snipped his mother's beloved rose and then placed it by her pillow.
Could such a romantic gesture really come from a man as resolute as Qin Yize?
But he did it, nonetheless.
For her, he had done so many things he would never have considered doing before.
Therefore, she could no longer burden him.
In fact, she should have understood long ago.
When she returned to the Gu Family, she should have anticipated this day.
She was wrong; she should have left him and the Qin Family before Qin Yize fully fell for her.
Maybe then the hurt would have been less.
But now, she had no other choice.
Gu Qiaoqiao took one last look around, then pushed open the door and walked towards the grand living room of the old house.
Upon reaching a corner of the living room, the four people sitting on the couch all turned to look at her.
And in Grandma Qin's eyes, there was longing, a plea, her lips quivering imperceptibly.
