At this time, she was in her room on the second floor, lying in front of the terrace and looking outside.
It was already very late. She had taken a shower, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. She held a glass of red wine and looked at the dark night outside.
Qin Xuan had already left, and the liveliness in the ye residence suddenly calmed down.
she had always been quiet and used to being alone, but now she was not used to it. she should work, but she felt that qin xuan was right. what was the point of being a workaholic every day?
she held the phone in her hand and looked at it quietly. after a long time, she wanted to make a call, but she put it down.
In the end, she put down her phone and looked out into the night.
