Is there really such a thing as soul exchange in the world?
If there truly is.
Dear God, can you bring my lover back to me?
Back at the hotel, Ying Jing rested and leaned against the windowsill, pondering over and over again.
In her mind, Bai Mengyao's words replayed incessantly.
She closed her eyes.
So annoying!
She didn't want to think about it anymore.
But she couldn't shake it off.
The doorbell rang, and she turned to look. She propped up her body and walked out, opening the door to find Wen Fucheng outside.
"Weren't you supposed to go back to work overtime? Why are you coming over so late?"
"I was worried, so I came to check on you."
He entered the room and gently pulled Ying Jing into his embrace.
Ying Jing, somewhat reliant on him, stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The two of them leaned on the sofa, chatting for a while.
"Are you nervous about the upcoming competition?"
