Still in business class, yet the thrill of the journey there was absent. Each passenger on the plane was preoccupied with their own matters, embarking on their personal journeys.
Qinghe hadn't notified anyone about her return this time. She took a taxi directly home, and of course, it was her own residence.
Upon entering, the room was spacious and empty, with only the swaying plants seemingly there to welcome her. Qinghe pursed her lips; that damn star, Gu Che, hadn't come back.
