The next morning, when Bai Yanrong woke up from his dream, there was no Qin Shuhan beside him. Last night's madness seemed so unreal. Only the pain from his body told himself that it was not a dream. On this soft bed, they really had endless lingering death.

Getting up and going downstairs, the sunshine was shining warmly on the floor glass of the living room. She could not help but pick up her lips and look at all with a smile. Because Qin Shuhan was no longer angry about her cheating on him, so she became relaxed. Then the question came. What should she do now? You don't know...