Qiujiayi lying in bed, eyes closed, heard the sound of the window closed, heart suddenly contracted.

I don't know if Zhuhan was found. Otherwise, how could Shengling Yao still stand in front of the window?

The more I think about it, the more uneasy I am. I secretly half-open my eyes. I can see the rugged background of the window in the dim light, and I can't be familiar with it any more.

Heart hurts.

Mingming didn't see each other for a few days, but she felt a long time apart. Sheng Lingyao was still standing there, afraid to find out that she was actually pretending to sleep, and closed...