<h4>Chapter 711: Chapter 712: Interested 2</h4><h4></h4>


    All was back on track, life had regained its tranquility, and Mo Ran suddenly felt like everything in the past was just a dream.


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    Tokyo, a high-end vi.


    It had been several days since Gao Zhenzhen returned home to W City.


    Every day, she locked herself in her room, went nowhere, and spent her days in a daze, sleeping all day long.


    Even when she had just broken up with Gu Yixuan, she hadn’t felt so dispirited.


    Back then, it was because she harbored illusions of a reunion, but now, devoid of even those illusions, she truly experienced the feeling of a broken heart.


    People said that heartbreak was painful, she hadn’t believed it, but now she finally understood.


    Curled up on arge sofa, she took a pair of scissors and cut each photo in half, determined to separate the men from the women within them.


    These pictures had all been secretly taken by a private detective.


    There were pictures of Mo Ran and Gu Yixuan ying in the amusement park, in restaurants, on the streets, in shops, in supermarkets... many, many pictures, several hundred of them, piling up over an entire table.


    She didn’t know why she brought these photos back with her, maybe she wanted to keep something rted to Gu Yixuan, after all, every image captured little pieces of his life.


    However, she loathed Mo Ran, and she wanted to cut out each photo, as if by doing so, they could truly be separated.


    "Click—" The door was turned open, and two bodyguards in ck suits stood respectfully on either side of it.


    Fujiwara Ize, dressed in a white linen shirt and white casual pants, walked in leisurely from the door with his hands in his pockets.


    A hint of a smile lingered on his lips, his appearance stunning, radiating with peerless grace and charm.


    Even a casual nce was filled with infinite elegance.


    Seeing him, Gao Zhenzhen bit her lip, her eyes downcast in distress as she continued to cut the photos.


    She had no objections to his unannounced visit.


    "I heard you’ve been shut in your room for a week withouting out, and as a rtive, I shoulde to check on you, to see if you’ve fallen ill," he said.


    Sitting down opposite her, Fujiwara Ize’s gaze swept lightly over the photographs, taking them all in.


    Gao Zhenzhen didn’t answer him, but he didn’t seem to mind, "It seems you are sick, with lovesickness, and quite seriously at that."