There was a vase on the table across the bed, inside it was a bunch of beautiful fresh flowers.
Gu Qingxin's lips were as pale as death, she looked blankly at the ceiling above her, recalling the memories from before: the sudden madness of Beiming Han yesterday...
Then, she left that private room...
Later, she ran out of the Sacred Club, and she didn't know how far she had gone before she passed out.
Where was this?
Gu Qingxin sat up abruptly, noticing that her previous clothes were nowhere to be found. She was now wearing a light-colored, silk, two-piece sleepwear.
The door was pushed open and a tall figure walked in. Rong Qianchen was wearing a set of white home clothes. The loose outfit masking his perfect body, making him look like a prince straight out of a fairy tale.
"You're awake!" Rong Qianchen quickly walked to the side of Gu Qingxin's bed, raising his hand to touch her forehead. She had a bit of a fever when he saved her yesterday.
