After saying goodnight to each other, Murong Qiao ended the call and put the phone back in her pocket. She stood up and prepared to return to her room.
Murong Qiao was a little sleepy from the cold night wind. She walked in the direction she came from.
However, just as she was about to walk out of the flower field, Murong Qiao took a step forward and felt something strange, as if she had stepped on something.
"Hm?" She looked down.
A piece of white paper that was so conspicuous that she had to pay attention to it was stepped on, showing its existence to Murong Qiao.
Where did the paper come from?
Murong Qiao was puzzled. She squatted down and picked up the paper. Under the light of the street lamp beside him, she could see clearly that this was not a completely pure white paper.
