After Channing left, Winnie leaned against the door and slowly slid down. Sitting on the ground, she hugged her knees with both hands and buried her head in tears.

She clearly knew that this relationship should not have started from the very beginning. It was she who had been delusional, vainly trying to get what did not belong to her.

That was her fault to make Channing has ended up like this.

He should have had a great future.

However, it was almost destroyed overnight because of her.

She didn't want to delay him any longer...

After sitting on the ground for an unknown period of time, Winnie raised her head and wiped away the tears on her face. She got up, went back to her bedroom and took out her suitcase to pack up.

The moment she opened the cloakroom, she saw Channing's clothes hanging together with hers.

With red-rimmed eyes, Winnie took out all the pink sweaters she had bought before and threw them into the cardboard box, but she couldn't bear to throw away Channing's clothes and held them in her arms for a long time.

The sweetness and warmth during this month came to her mind.

She had worked away from home since she was in her teens. For so many years, she had long been used to living alone.

Channing was a few years younger than her, but he had always taken care of her.

He would never say anything sweet, and he was dull, but he would always express his concern for her with actions.

Over and over again, she was indulged.

She hadn't felt like this even when three years ago, Chassell Barret had pursued her relentlessly and had been discovered that he was married.

It was heart-wrenching and unforgettable.

When she was with Chassell Barret, she could only be the beautiful and dazzling Winnie in everyone's eyes.

But during these days when she was with Channing, she returned to her true self.

Winnie hugged his clothes and sat for half the night. Finally, she put the clothes in cardboard boxes one by one.

And she sealed them, together with this relationship.

In fact, these beautiful memories were enough for her.

But Channing still had a long way to go.

It was the best choice for them to separate at the crossroads and return to their own lives.

...

Downstairs, when the security guard was patrolling, he saw a figure standing in the corridor.

The bitter rain on the early winter night wet half of his clothes, but he stood there as if he had not felt it at all.

The security guard shook the flashlight in his hand. After taking a closer look at the figure, he asked, "Chan?"

As the security guard spoke, he put away his flashlight and walked over. "It is midnight and it's still raining. What are you doing here? Did you quarrel with your girlfriend again?"

Channing moved his lips and said in a low and hoarse voice, "No.copy right hot novel pub