The next morning, Chu Qianli woke up with a pair of panda eyes.
It's not that she hadn't slept; she had been dreaming all night.
But in a daze, she had many dreams.
Sometimes she dreamed of Feng Yexuan, and sometimes of Feng Si.
Sometimes, she even dreamed that Feng Si took off his mask and turned into Feng Yexuan.
Then he would say, having seen my face, he must take responsibility and must marry me.
She was pushed to kneel on the ground and bow with him in a wedding ceremony, while Wuya lay alone in the bedroom, stricken by illness, neglected, hanging by a thread between life and death...
Finally, she awoke in shock.
When she awoke, it was already dawn, just in time to hit the road.
It's just that her spirits were somewhat deflated.
"Is this... toothpaste and a toothbrush?" Long Ziyue was staying with Chu Qianli for the first time and was surprised to find she had so many bizarre things.
