The man in her dream was watching her from the car, passed by behind her, and heard her tell lies with her eyes open. Mu Qiu was unaware of all this.
She just habitually comforted her grandma, making her believe that she ate three big bowls of rice every day and wasn't dieting.
After hanging up, Mu Qiu carried the shopping bags back home, categorized the items, turned on her computer, clicked on "Candle South," and lazily watched it from the sofa.
It was almost lunchtime, but that didn't matter. She enjoyed this kind of freedom, having time alone under only her command. Watch TV whenever she wants, eat when hungry, sleep when tired, and no one bothers her fixed writing time. Before lights out, everything goes as she pleases, and after lights out, it's a time for carefree beautiful dreams.
She will always love this kind of life.
Cross-legged, watching Cheng Zhirang on the screen intently, her phone on the sofa vibrated twice.
