Outside, it was already noon, and the sun was dazzling yet radiant. Even though it was summer, Ling Momo felt waves of cold.
Ling Momo did not hail a cab, but instead wandered aimlessly. In fact, her whole body was tired and sore, but she felt neither the fatigue nor the pain, simply yearning to walk on endlessly like this.
Li Qingshen had not left. Upon seeing her emerge, her figure seemed pitifully charming. Even with the hardness and severity deep in his heart, he melted into a puddle of water and quietly followed her in his car from a distance.
She walked a great distance, and it seemed as though she had become tired, so she sat down on a stone bench by the side of the road, staring blankly. Li Qingshen parked the car far away and quietly watched her.
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