Wen Wan's mind was a mess; she felt that everything had happened too suddenly, and she couldn't react. Was Mo Siluo really setting her free?
"From now on, I won't bother you anymore. Get out of the car!!"
Mo Siluo's voice sounded somewhat muffled, and because his arm was covering his face, Wen Wan couldn't see his expression at that moment.
"I told you to get out of the car!" Seeing the woman still not moving, Mo Siluo growled.
Wen Wan placed her hand on the car door handle, and before she got out, she looked back at the man again. He was still in the same position, looking somewhat desolate and a bit pitiful.
Wen Wan immediately shook her head. How could she associate him with the word pitiful? What he was experiencing was clearly self-inflicted.
After Wen Wan got out of the car, it immediately started and sped past her, the speed terrifying.
Wen Wan felt a vague unease, but she told herself that since she had said goodbye, she shouldn't look back.
