Su Li was overwhelmed by the suppressive, ghost-like cry, and took the initiative to turn on the bedside lamp.
The gentle bedside lamp was suddenly turned on, and it was still somewhat dazzling.
Su Li rubbed her sore eyes and took the initiative to ask, "Yan Sida, if you keep crying like this, I won't be able to sleep tonight either."
Yan Sida's whole body was tense, her back straight as a line, facing away from Su Li, resolutely not letting Su Li see her tear-stained, disheveled face.
Hearing Su Li's nonchalant words in the night, her heart gradually turned cold and she sneered.
See that?
This is how rich people are.
Even though they've been roommates for so long, now as she's crying like this, all Su Li cares about is whether she can rest tonight!
But did she ever care about her?
