Bei Sangyun arrived in her room. The furniture and settings were identical to Fei Chuan's room, but the atmosphere was different.
Bei Sangyun tilted her head, trying to identify the elusive difference. All she knew was that coming to Fei Chuan's place had been a wise decision. Not only had her mood improved, but her wound had also been tended to.
Fortunately, she had chosen to wait for him earlier.
Not feeling hungry anymore, Bei Sangyun decided to take a quick bath. Although it was supposed to be swift, it still took her considerable effort and time. After all, she didn't want to remove the bandage that Fei Chuan had painstakingly applied. She followed his advice and covered it with plastic.
Just after changing into fresh clothes, the doorbell rang.
She hadn't expected any visitors. Cautiously, she walked toward the door and checked the intercom.
Fei Chuan stood behind her door with a terrible expression on his face, holding a paper bag.
