After Lu Qingyi finished her bath, the living room light was on but Xu Boyan's figure was nowhere to be found.
[I'm going back first, you should go to bed early, there is porridge in the kitchen, remember to eat if you're hungry.
Good night, my little one.]
There was a sticky note attached to the fridge which Lu Qingyi took off with a smile at the words written.
She had mentioned not wanting to move in together so quickly, surprisingly Xu Boyan had remembered.
What Xu Boyan always gave her was tenderness and spoilage, compliance and indulgence. It seemed she had given nothing in return to Xu Boyan.
She walked straight into the bedroom, which was exceptionally simple.
The window was large, facing the sun.
A desk, a chair, a bed, a wardrobe, and a large full-body mirror hung on the right wall.
The walls were white, there was a chandelier on the ceiling, and the curtains were sky blue with no pattern to speak of.
