C715 I just want you

Then there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the big suitcase, he felt mixed feelings.

She wasn't going to forgive me. If she was going to forgive me, then she wouldn't have lasted this long.

Of course, I couldn't let her go either by day or by night, but I couldn't stop her now. Her familiar footsteps were no longer in the stairwell