putting the towel on the coffee table, song qincheng leaned against the headboard and ran her fingers through her slightly messy long hair, looking a little dispirited.
for a moment, she even suspected that she had forgotten the purpose of coming to harbin.
otherwise, why would she focus on yu tingchuan's private life?
these things had nothing to do with her.
she always had a clear goal for what she wanted, didn't she?
at the age of 22, her lifestyle should not have been like this. however, the carefree college life was so far away from her.
all these years, it was not as if he had never felt lost.
however, after the disappointment, she still had to worry about tomorrow's life.
song qincheng stood up and walked to her desk to pick up a bottle of mineral water. before she could open the cap, her phone on the table lit up again. she had put her phone on silent mode the moment she left huangting.
the latest message he received was a text message.
