Luo Yunzhu lowered his head and chuckled, forcing back the tears that were about to burst, "That's up to you, this is your home anyway.
After saying that, she stood up and walked to the backyard.
She was leaving anyway, why should she humiliate herself in front of him.
This is his home, never hers, and from now on this is his and Zuo's home.
She will only be more embarrassed here.
Even if she is humbled into dust, she will not bloom and will always be just a grain of dust.
Enough is enough, really enough, why cause yourself too much harm.
It’s time for her to love herself well.
If she doesn’t love herself anymore, who else can love you well?
Luo Yunzhu turned around, his back facing Xi Jin, tears fell one by one, but he tried hard not to cry.
Xi Jin sat on the chair, holding the teacup tightly with both hands, her body stretched straight, not daring to move or think about Luo Yunzhu's mood at this time.
He just thought that he should be cruel and leave her completely.
She deserved a better man, not someone like him.
It wasn't until the footsteps disappeared that Xi Jin relaxed his tense body and took a deep breath, but his whole body was still uncomfortably tight.
He drank up the tea and poured another cup after another.
It was obviously a fragrant tea, but it gave him a bitter taste that reached deep into his heart.
Luo Yunzhu returned to the room, looked up at everything in the room, closed his eyes, and without any further hesitation, began to pack her things, including the clothes in the closet and the rouge and gouache on the dressing table.
Everything that belonged to her was cleaned up, as if she wanted to erase all traces of herself.
By the time she finished packing, it was already evening, and the sun was setting in the west, making everything's shadows longer.
After hesitating for a long time, she went to the kitchen, picked out Xi Jin's favorite food, and made a meal.
Good food on the table.
When the meal was ready, the sun set and the night was dark.
She did not see Xi Jin in the flower hall.
"The Demon Lord is in the study.
He has some things to do.
Miss Luo, please eat first."
The maid whispered.
Luo Yunzhu looked at the table full of steaming food, and then heard the maid's changed name.
He smiled and nodded, no longer waiting, picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly.
He was obviously still cooking as before, but now he was eating In the mouth, it is difficult to choke.
In the past four years, she had cooked countless times, had meals alone, and waited for him.
She used to feel surrounded by happiness, but now she only feels heartache.
This is different from before, different.
Luo Yunzhu ate this meal slowly for an hour alone.
The food was cold and his heart was also cold.
Luo Yunzhu stood up and looked at Xi Jin's favorite dishes.
She didn't even take a bite.
She smiled mockingly, then poured the dishes into the soup bowl, then stood up and left.
It was the last time she cooked for him.
He would not be surprised and never had been, and she would never cook again in the future.
Not long after Luo Yunzhu left, the maid was about to clear the food on the table, but she heard footsteps.
She looked up and saw Xi Jin, and hurriedly shouted respectfully, "Demon Lord."
Xi Jin gave a muffled hum, looked up at the direction Luo Yunzhu left just now, waved his hand and said, "Go down."
"Yes."
The maid saluted and then withdrew.
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Xi Jin stared blankly for a while, then sat down at the table
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