Yan Xia did not know how she fell asleep. In any case, she was curled up on the bed, and her tears had long dried up.
She didn't draw the curtains, and the moonlight was very bright. Even if she didn't turn on the lights, she could clearly see the layout of the house.
Jiang Huai had lived in this room before he got married. It had been three years, but it was still filled with his aura.
He never liked complicated things. The design of the house was simple and modern, just like his office.
In short, the places he often stayed in were always the best for reflecting his temperament and aesthetic appreciation. They were fixed and unique, just like him, without a trace of fault.
With that thought, Yan Xia fell asleep.
When she woke up in the morning, the bed was empty. There was no trace of anyone lying on it.
He did not return.
That's right, after what he said yesterday, how could the two of them sleep together again?
