An Yan finished tidying up and left the room; she was responsible for preparing Fu Jinqiao's breakfast, that little lazy cat.
As dawn approached, a fine rain began to fall over the small town, wetting the quiet bluestone road.
Visitors got up early to breathe the fresh air, while groups of children were running, jumping, and frolicking about.
An Yan walked into a bakery specializing in crab roe buns, and upon entering, she saw the same three people from the previous night.
She began to wonder just how many times in her past life she must have looked back, fearing her neck would ache, to have such entanglements with these three in this life.
Bo Leng smiled slightly at An Yan, but she ignored him and walked past.
After last night's events, Sheng Yu also didn't dare to openly quarrel with An Yan.
Only Dongzi, with a sinister and treacherous gleam in his eyes, looked as though he couldn't wait to tear someone apart.
