Sitting at the edge of the bed, dazed, Qin Yan heaved a sigh of relief. The thought of returning home and having to deal with life again was pressuring. But she also knew that she had no choice but to face it. It was as though these seven days had been stolen.
After a while, Qin Yan felt that she was being too pretentious. These were just days lived to the fullest, and yet, they produced these worries.
After all, how many people were able to enjoy themselves like this? She got the opportunity and yet she was thinking so much.
Qin Yan smiled. This was the arrogance that arose from being dissatisfied with living such a good life. She collected back her thoughts and prepared to rest.
*
On the next day, she followed Xi Ting to the airport.
