When they finally reached home, she expected all three of them to walk into their house. But instead, Rong Ye suddenly turned toward the next tree house, the small one beside theirs.
That tree house belonged to them too, but since it was far too tiny for all of them, they only used it as a storage space.
Even so, it was still part of their home.
Su Qinglan blinked in confusion as the two males walked straight into that small tree house. She hesitated for a moment before following them inside.
The moment she stepped inside, she froze, her breath catching in her throat.
Because right there, inside the dim tree house, on the rough hide spread across the floor, a petite figure lay still, her back facing them, her long hair wet and clinging to her skin.
And beside her, sitting on the floor with a dark, unreadable face, was Han Jue.
