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For three consecutive days, ning Qing did not leave her room.
Even though the door would no longer be locked.
On the fourth night of Nian lie's serious injury, the familiar sound of a car engine reverberated in the manor.
Ning Qing was lying on the bed, unaware of what was happening.
When she heard the sound, she jumped out of bed reflexively and rushed to the window, only to see the tail lights of the car leaving the dust.
She placed her hand on the window frame, her eyes misty and her nails flying.
*
In a private apartment in the south of the city.
At the door, a graceful figure stood there. She was wearing a haute couture dress that accentuated her slender waist and curves. The eight-centimeter high heels on her feet pulled up her figure, and she looked like a beautiful scenery standing by the road.
Bai Qingqing looked at the message with a cold expression. There were a few luggage bags by her feet.
