When Li Qianrui woke up, she found that Mi Yao had disappeared. That fellow, Huai Fu Yueming's health had improved significantly, and even their gazes at each other had started to change flavors. Now, she was certainly out on a date with Huai Fu Yueming.
She had been with her for so long, but she still ended up going to her husband, typical of those who value romance over friendship.
Li Qianrui opened the curtains and stood on the balcony stretching herself, breathing in the fresh air. The sunlight was truly splendid today. Her delicate white hand shielded her from the sunlight, lazily and curiously watching the golden light weave through her fingers.
At that moment, she heard a familiar bell-like laughter from downstairs. Looking down, she saw Huai Fu Yueming carrying Mi Yao on his back, running down the street.
