At half-past nine, the birthday party was over.
Backstage, Zhou Huaiyi finally felt at ease, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and collapsed onto the sofa with a long sigh of relief.
Finally... it's over.
WeChat made a "ding" notification sound, and Zhou Huaiyi weakly lifted her phone to glance at it: [Xiang: We're heading back first, take care of yourself]
Zhou Huaiyi froze for a while before replying: [Okay]
She glanced at the WeChat contacts "Dad" and "Mom" on her phone, feeling a wave of emotion: If my parents knew I was in this state, I wonder how they would react...
