It was just that in this world, imagination was always beautiful, but reality was always cruel.
When they went to the main house next door…
Xue Yun was waking up groggily on the sofa. She was still in a daze.
Meng Yueman stepped forward and asked, "Are you done talking to Xiao Huan?"
Facing her question, Xue Yun was stunned for a while before she snapped back to her senses. "Yes…"
What was going on? Why was she here?
Xue Yun's memory was interrupted when she walked out of the door.
"Where's Xiao Huan? Why isn't she with you downstairs?"
"Xiao Huan…" Xue Yun was about to say something when she met Ling Wei's gaze.
Then, under her gaze, she instinctively said, "Xiao Huan… Xiao Huan is in the guest room upstairs…"
"Then I'll go upstairs and ask her to eat," Meng Yueman said as she walked upstairs.
