When An Yin hung up the phone, it was already almost past eleven at night.
She then went to the bathroom to take a shower. Before going to bed, she held her phone and stared at Bao Shaojin's WeChat for a while, then flipped to see his phone number, looking back and forth until she gradually fell into sleep.
The next morning, it was still dim, not yet fully bright.
Wen Mei had arranged for them to have a twin room. When Shi Qing turned over and opened her sleepy eyes, she looked up to see the crystal chandelier hanging above, and suddenly her whole body became alert.
At this moment, she just felt a splitting headache. When she raised her hand to rub her temple, she found that she seemed to be clutching something. In the faint light, she opened her left hand, and when she saw the invitation in her hand, a slight relaxation appeared on her tense face.
And some fragments from last night began to emerge in her mind.
