"Ah!"
Early in the morning, accompanied by a scream, Qian woke up from her dream.
Unhurriedly, she opened the wardrobe, listening to Qu Xue's wailing downstairs, and began choosing clothes.
This wardrobe is pathetically empty.
Just a few plain outfits, very simple styles.
Randomly picked a white dress, skillfully tied her hair up, but then she remembered she's no longer the capable doctor she once was, put her hair down and re-did it in a ponytail.
Without dark circles, she looks energetic; no makeup yet full of collagen.
After tidying up, she opened the window, the attic window faced the backyard.
Qu Xue and Chen Lin stood facing each other, Qu Xue was howling.
"Boohoo, brother-in-law, do I have a terminal illness!"
"What happened!" Chen Lin's tone wasn't good either.
His wife hadn't returned all night, he lost quite a bit playing mahjong overnight, and now back being pestered by Qu Xue, with crying before any explanation, making him irritated.
