Ling Yueyue didn't have many belongings to begin with — a luggage bag was enough for clothes throughout the year and daily necessities!
Besides those, there was just the quilt on the bed.
Ling Yueyue folded the quilt neatly, tied it with a rope, and with one hand holding the luggage bag and the other the quilt, she looked at Huo Junmo in annoyance, "I've packed, alright? We can go now, right?"
Huo Junmo gave her a glance, silently taking the luggage bag and quilt from her hands.
"Let's go! Don't forget anything," Huo Junmo tossed the words and walked towards the door without looking back.
Ling Yueyue glanced around the room; she'd lived here for several years, and she felt a deep reluctance to part with it! After all, people have emotions, and after living somewhere for so long, how can you not feel attached?
As Ling Yueyue sank into nostalgia, Huo Junmo's voice came from outside, "Are you done?"
