yu tingchuan caught qingcheng's falling body and held her shoulder in a half-squatting position through the blanket to prevent her from falling off the chair.
seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he did not wake her up.
song qincheng fell into a deep sleep and did not dream of anything. when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on the bed. she was in her own room. a table lamp was on, and the curtains were tightly drawn, making the whole room seem hidden and quiet.
she couldn't remember how she got back to her room.
the noise outside was telling her that what had happened in the past two days was not an illusion.
thinking that she would be alone in the future, her eyes could not help but turn red.
it was 23:47 on his phone.
