Recalling Pei Ge's expression in his dream, Gu Zhengrong suddenly felt his heart ache. Looking out of the window at the scorching sun, he lifted the blanket and was about to get out of bed to wash up when he suddenly saw the state of his body.
A strange feeling lingered in her mind.
Tang Xiaoyu's torn clothes and messy room last night.
All the details were thrown in. He seemed to have done something unforgivable to her.
"Tang Xiaoyu, are you there?"
Gu Zhengrong suddenly lost his confidence and called Tang Xiaoyu in a gentler voice.
There was no response in the empty room except for his own voice.
He hastily wrapped herself in a thin blanket and walked barefooted into the living room, but his gaze stopped on the cup of coffee he had drunk.
