"Where are you?" Lin Yue's voice was urgent.
Shen Jingrou wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
"Shen Jingrou, where exactly are you?" Seeing no response from her for a long time, Lin Yue's tone clearly grew more agitated.
"'Qin Land'." Shen Jingrou sniffed, trying hard to control her emotions, "Hua... Qin Huai's room."
At this moment, she could no longer bring herself to call him "Brother Huaizhi."
"Stay there and don't leave, I'm coming over now."
After saying that, Lin Yue quickly hung up the phone.
Shen Jingrou let her hand fall weakly by her side, the phone slipping from her grasp, bouncing once on the sofa and landing on the floor with a dull "thud."
The outer walls of the building were solid, and the soundproofing inside was also excellent.
As time ticked by, Shen Jingrou sat on the sofa, her hands tightly gripping the soft fabric.
After just over ten minutes, there was a noise at the entrance.
Soon, Lin Yue strode in wearing a thin white shirt.
