Ning Qing spent the night in a daze.
During this period, she had nightmares again and again. When she woke up, she did not know what she had dreamed of. Her pillow was filled with tears.
She changed out of the pillowcase and felt very depressed in the morning.
In the morning, she received a call from Yan Sichen.
"Qing Qing, it's me."
At that time, Ning Qing was lying on a deck chair on the balcony. Her lifeless eyes were fixed on the road below. Cars and figures flashed past from time to time.
"Brother Sichen."
"Are you okay?"
Ning Qing lowered her eyes. The slightly dazzling sunlight poured down from her long eyelashes, revealing a fragile beauty.
Her voice was a little hoarse. "I'm fine."
Seemingly sensing that she was not in a good mood, he asked, "Qing Qing, did he make things difficult for you when you went back yesterday?"
Ning Qing suddenly recalled what Nian Lie had said to her.
