The bright sunlight streamed into the room through the expansive floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
It was yet another beautiful and peaceful day.
On the spacious and comfortable bed, Zhang Liqin slowly woke up. She stretched lazily, and though wearing loose pajamas, her mature and curvaceous figure was still apparent, evoking a natural sense of allure.
Her eyes glanced to the side.
The room was empty.
Yang Jian was not here.
In fact, he had left last night after she had fallen asleep.
"Yang Jian's interest in me is fading more and more." Zhang Liqin fell silent, feeling a vague sense of crisis in her heart.
This implied that if things continued this way, she would become a dispensable presence, easily replaced at any moment.
She thought of Jiang Yan.
