Perhaps life is just that mysterious.
Closeness happens in an instant.
Change may occur in the blink of a thought in your mind.
--Su Zhishui.
Waking up again, it was already past two in the afternoon.
Ran Xiangsi slept deeply, turning her head to see beside her, she found that Xing Chen was already gone.
Reaching out to touch the bedding, she discovered the empty side was already cold.
It seemed that Xing Chen had been gone for a while.
Ran Xiangsi frowned, just about to complain that he left without waking her...
She turned back and saw a small card on the bedside table.
[Something came up, I had to go.
There are clothes on the nightstand, someone will take you home.]
The signature was Xing Chen's strong and powerful handwriting.
Seeing this, Ran Xiangsi's fair face softened instantly.
The corners of her eyes and brows were lined with a smile. She put down the small card, turned back to the bedside, and indeed saw a snow-white dress.
