Mo Rongrong didn't turn back. Her heart was filled with anger and resentment, and she just wanted to get as far away from this place that made her so sad as possible. She ran wildly through the villa area, tears blurring her vision, until she found a secluded corner. There was no one around, only silence and darkness.
Mo Rongrong stopped and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. She didn't know why she had come here; perhaps subconsciously she wanted to be closer to Wang Hu. However, as night fell and the temperature dropped, she realized she was only wearing a thin dress, her arms still exposed.
The night wind was chilly, making Mo Rongrong shiver. She hugged her arms tightly, trying to ward off the cold, but the chill seeped through her clothes and into her bones. Her body began to tremble slightly, and the pain in her heart was magnified infinitely at that moment.
Finally, Mo Rongrong could no longer suppress her emotions, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam. She wept silently, her cries sounding particularly desolate in the quiet night.
Meanwhile, Wang Hu and Yu Hui had just finished a passionate kiss. It was already 5 p.m. when Wang Hu gently carried the limp Yu Hui into the bathroom for a shower together. After the shower, he carefully carried her back to bed, tucked her in, and gently kissed her forehead before turning and leaving the room.
Wang Hu had originally planned to go for a stroll to relax. However, he had only walked a few meters when he heard a faint sobbing sound. His heart tightened, and he immediately stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.
On the steps of the flower bed not far away, Mo Rongrong sat there all alone. Her body was slightly curled up, and she hugged her arms tightly, as if that would give her some warmth. Her head was lowered, but Wang Hu recognized her at a glance. Her soft sobs were plaintive and pitiful.
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