She opened the cupboard, where several pieces of decent fabric were hanging, along with a few women's and men's garments.
All JY brand, all clothes belonging to her and Mu Yichen.
For a time, he often lingered here, so she had Xiaomei bring a few outfits for him to wear. Later, when he stayed over, he would wear them.
But in the end, these clothes remained here.
Qin Mu gently caressed the fabric of the clothes. They were outdated, but memories never fade.
When she released the suit, she inadvertently glanced at a white bag inside, containing a white packaging box. Something came to mind, and her heart trembled violently, her nose tingling, and her eyes began to heat up.
Yet, that door was quietly closed by her.
Along with those memories and the regrets of that time, all locked inside the cupboard.
Some things, no matter how genuine, over time, missed the moment they should have been spoken, losing their original meaning, however true.
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