For the entire summer break, Ye Qingqiu went to the Li family almost every day.
Li Tingshen's room was similar to hers.
There were traces of her everywhere. There was her pillow on the bed, the plush doll she was used to hugging when she slept, the clothes she had changed into in the wardrobe, and even her daily shampoo and shower gel in the bathroom. There was also a bouquet of flowers that she had to change into every day, as well as other ornaments. There were also books that she used to study beside her. They were pressed tightly against his usual books.
He didn't notice it usually, but every time after she left, his room would be filled with her things.
Even though he could finally calm down and read his book, the sounds of the ornaments on the table made it difficult for him to calm down.
Even after she left, there was still no peace.
