the next morning, song qincheng did not make her breakfast of love.
perhaps it was because she had taken the cold medicine, she was particularly sleepy.
when she opened her eyes, she could see the bright sky outside even through the thick curtains.
she was the only one in the room.
song qincheng was wearing a sleeveless tank top and hot pants. she stepped on the floor barefooted and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. she pulled the curtain open with a whoosh. she squinted her eyes subconsciously as she faced the bright sun.
in the corner, there were two black and yellow luggage bags.
song qincheng walked over, put down her suitcase, and took out the clothes she was going to wear.
when she was brushing her teeth, she realized that there were still clothes in the dirty laundry basket beside her.
she and yu tingchuan had swapped them out yesterday.
