His entire body felt as if it had been doused with a bucket of icy water poured from head to toe, chilling him to the core!
No, it wasn't supposed to be like this, was it...
...
...
Wen Xian had just gone up the stairs and entered the room where she rested.
Inside, everything was spotless and tidy, and even her backpack was there, containing some simple change of clothes.
As she went upstairs, she glanced at Lu Xiao.
But that was it, she still hadn't agreed to make up with him.
Although it was tough, this was an inevitable process.
Then, while Wen Xian was taking a hot shower, a figure appeared outside the door.
The shadow was elongated by the faint night light in the hallway.
He stood at the door and knocked.
For a moment.
He felt that the saying "fortune comes in cycles" was certainly true.
It seemed that once upon a time, a woman had knocked on his door in this very corridor one night.
The only difference was their state of mind.
