After bidding farewell to Huo Qiuran, Ning Fan left her villa alone.
In the room, Huo Qiuran ignored the injuries on her body, rose from the bed, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She watched Ning Fan's retreating figure with a heart full of complexity and discomfort.
"Ning Fan..."
Huo Qiuran placed her hand over her heart, her mind filled with thoughts unknown.
Although her relationship with Ning Fan hadn't returned to what it once was, she took some solace in the fact that he seemed to have tacitly agreed to be just friends. That alone was enough to make Huo Qiuran very happy, at least feeling that the two stabs she endured last night had not been in vain.
Ning Fan's figure had vanished, and Huo Qiuran returned to her bed. Lying there, his image still dominated her thoughts.
How much time passed before someone entered the villa was unknown.
