Although she had returned to her own home, Cheng Anyue felt a sense of unfamiliarity that she had never felt before.
In just two months, her room had become a storeroom. Her closet was full of Zhou Jing's clothes, and most of the floor was occupied by Zhou Jing's shoes.
There were no bedsheets or blankets on the bed.
It was a good thing she knew that there were bedsheets and blankets in the cabinet above. Otherwise, she really didn't know how to convince herself tonight.
That night, Cheng Anyue was destined to have a sleepless night.
The next morning, when she got up, she saw Zhou Jing stuffing breakfast into Cheng yaoyang's bag.
Seeing her come out, Zhou Jing looked away and didn't say that she would prepare breakfast for her.
Cheng Anyue had long been used to this.
If it weren't for the fact that the Cheng family had to eat, Zhou Jing wouldn't have given her a single bite even if she starved to death.
