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She shouted several times, but no one responded to Guoguo.
It was only then that Guoguo realized her father, Tang Zongchen, had left her again.
Guoguo fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face, still holding the bottle of Iron Wine. She looked up and cried out in anguish, "Dad, how could you leave me again!"
Her sorrowful and resentful voice pierced through the clouds and soared into the sky.
Watching Guoguo sitting on the ground with tears flowing like a fountain, Murong Xiuxian really wanted to get out of the car to hug Guoguo and comfort her.
He wanted to tell Guoguo not to cry anymore.
But Murong Xiuxian did not get out of the car; he just watched from a distance.
As night deepened, Guoguo's cries gradually weakened. After a long time, she finally stood up from the ground, her face pale, with tears still hanging on her long, curled eyelashes.
"Dad, please take care of yourself and don’t gamble anymore. I'm leaving," Guoguo thought that her father must be hiding from her, perhaps still nearby and not really gone.
With that, Guoguo placed the bottle of Iron Wine on the bench and turned to leave.
About three minutes later, Tang Zongchen came out of the restaurant and took the bottle of Iron Wine.
With a large bruise on her knee and injuries on her back, Guoguo walked with a limp, wiping away her tears with her sleeve as she went.
Murong Xiuxian drove slowly, keeping a distance behind Guoguo.
"You brat, only thinking about your dad. You got hurt and didn't even go to the hospital. Serves you right for being in pain!" Murong Xiuxian could no longer bear to watch, unable to see Guoguo with tears streaming down her face, and didn't want to meddle further.
But it was late, and it wasn't safe for Guoguo, a girl, to be walking alone on the road.
Murong Xiuxian had no choice but to follow Guoguo from a distance, just in case something happened to her.
As for Guoguo, the girl who would go wild when she drank, Murong Xiuxian didn't have any particular fondness for her.
Murong Xiuxian couldn't understand why Guoguo, who was clearly very beautiful, didn't show it.
He also couldn't comprehend what kind of girl Guoguo really was.
Why was it that every time he saw Guoguo, his heart and emotions were always stirred by her experiences?
On the roadside, under the orange streetlights, Guoguo's long hair, dampened by tears and sweat, danced like a spirit in the warm wind, performing a sorrowful and lonely dance in the air.
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