"Ruan Qiu's bedroom is on the second floor, the first room, and it probably isn't locked. If you want to go up, just go ahead,"
Yao Qing closed the door, walked behind Wen Nianchu, closed his eyes heavily, and then opened them again.
No matter what, no matter what happened, one should never show their vulnerable side in front of those who aren't particularly close; this she had known since she was young.
It was crucial to maintain basic etiquette. At the same time, she was aware that they wouldn't take pity on her because of her experiences.
Of course, she didn't have anything to be pitied for.
The moment Yao Qing opened her eyes, Wen Nianchu's steps suddenly paused.
He turned to look at Yao Qing, a gentle smile on his face.
He leaned forward slightly toward her, "Princess, have you been crying?"
"..."
