When she woke up again, it was already two in the afternoon.
qin chen was sleeping in the master bedroom. when she opened her eyes, she looked at the white long curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and the nordic-style furniture.
Lan Yu's bedroom was very simple, but very refreshing. It was what she liked.
Qin Chen sat up, wrapped in the bedsheet. He looked up and suddenly saw an oil painting hanging on the bed.
The painting was of her.
that night, she was wearing lan yu's black shirt and sitting on the piano.
it turned out that he had died here.
Qin Chen looked at it carefully, then reached out and touched it gently, as if he was touching a dream.
The soft sunlight shone on her face, making her expression look gentler.
Lan Yu was standing at the door of the bedroom, looking at her gently.
although I'm very angry, I still hung it on my bed. It's very beautiful! he smiled and walked over. he knelt in front of her and kissed her.
