Father mo and mother mo looked at the snow outside. They were really worried about Wen Qingzhu.
Wen Qingzhu's heart had always been in pain, even her breathing was painful.
This was the first time he had experienced such a feeling.
He had a headache and felt a sense of confusion as he drove, as if he couldn't find the right direction.
He didn't want to go back to his parents 'place.
Qiu Xi's death was related to him and his mother. Hence, he hated himself but he could not hate his mother. He could only not face it.
As for the Wen family, Qiu Xi used to be there. Now that she was not at home, he had no intention of going back.
Wen Qingzhu continued to drive. After entering the capital, he parked the car by the roadside and leaned back on the seat, clutching his heart and coughing continuously.
Her heart was empty and cold, even colder than this snowy night.
