When Meng Xi'er woke up, it was still dawn and she rolled over.
Memories came flooding back like a terrible nightmare, cold sweat seeping out from her skin as she lay in bed, her breathing growing slightly panicked.
She sometimes really hated herself for being so powerless. Not only could she not protect Lu Qingchuan, but she also couldn't protect herself.
She moved her body slightly, only to find that Lu Yebai was no longer in the room. The mess of the previous night had been cleaned up, the air was filled with the scent of lemon air freshener. Nothing was left behind, as if nothing had happened at night.
A dress was placed on the sofa, she struggled to stand up, carefully put it on, then looked around the room, found her wallet and cell phone, so she hurriedly opened the door and ran out with those two things.
