Rong Zhan had already raised his head slightly when he heard the commotion.
his long and narrow phoenix eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, and his sleeping robe was loose, making him look particularly decadent and depressed.
Sang Xia's gaze swept through everything in the room before finally landing on him.
then, he stopped moving.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she closed the door. Without looking at it, she threw away the bag in her hand and leaned against the wall at the entrance.
She seemed to have lost her bones as well, her back leaning back.
After looking into Rong Zhan's eyes for a while, there was no emotion in sang Xia's eyes. She then looked away and looked at the ceiling. Her lips parted slightly as she asked calmly, " did you spend the night by yourself? "
She sounded like she was asking a question, but the truth was clear to both of them.
Rong Zhan pursed his lips tightly and stared at her with his bloodshot eyes.
