Su Qin waited until the bedroom door was closed before heaving a long sigh; then she looked in the bag that Qin Jiayan had left on the bed.
Inside was a brand-new dress, as well as the underwear she had been wearing last night.
They smell fresh… Qin Jiayan must have woken up early to wash and dry them for me.
Their scent is so familiar—a common detergent smell, like what Qin Jiayan's clothes always had smelled like when we were dating. I'm surprised he still uses the same detergent from his younger days, even with so many better ones available now.
Su Qing caressed her underwear with her fingers for a long time before she suddenly flipped off the blanket and got out of bed. She then walked into the bathroom with the bag.
