Gu Qingxin was lying in bed, not wanting to move at all. The only thing she wanted to do was sleep until the world turned dark.
Beiming Han emerged from the washroom and began to study the small apartment closely. Towards the south were two bedrooms, probably belonging individually to the little girl and her mother.
A wooden sofa sat in the living room, adorned with a fruit green cushion. Several simple sketches hung on the wall. Although everything was modest, the ambiance was quite warming.
Approaching the door, he saw the girl laying on the bed. The little one continued to close her eyes in sleep, showing how worn out she was the previous night.
It was already noon. Beiming Han, remembering the noodles Gu Qingxin had cooked for him, turned to enter the kitchen.
Since Lin Yin was admitted to the hospital, nobody stayed in the apartment. Gu Qingxin cleaned the refrigerator the last time she came back, throwing away almost everything. Only a handful of dried noodles remained.
