The next day.
Fang Qing opened her eyes, shielded the light coming through the window with her hand, and then sat up.
She had returned home.
Her high heels were neatly placed beside the bed.
Still wearing last night's clothes, she threw off the covers and got out of bed.
It was an apartment, not large, one bedroom and one living room, at most fifty square meters. But you have to understand, this was in Capital City.
While many "Beijing Drifters" were still sharing flats or living in basements, having a small apartment to oneself was already considered a luxury.
Leaving the bedroom, Fang Qing found that there was no one in the apartment. However, the creases on the sofa indicated that someone had been lying there for a long time.
Fang Qing sat on the sofa, massaging her forehead.
Suddenly,
There was a sound from outside the apartment: the noise of keys opening the door.
She turned her head.
Someone pushed the door open and walked in.
"Awake?"
