Inside, screams and noise fill the air.
Outside the door, Zhou Huimei listens to the commotion, feeling a chill run through her in an instant...
Holding the teacup pretending to deliver tea upstairs, she can't help but shake it again and again in her hands.
Shake it and shake it...
...
After everything ended, the next day at noon.
He Qimo wakes from his slumber, glances sideways at Shen Jian妮, then gets up casually wrapping a robe around his waist, and heads to shower.
The tall figure leaves.
On the bed, as the warmth beside her fades and the blanket gradually turns cold, Shen Jian妮 slowly opens her eyes.
It hurts, her whole body hurts.
He Qimo said she wouldn't see the sun the next day, and indeed she didn't.
The two of them tussled all night, only falling asleep near dawn.
