The group that was still lively in the past was now deserted.
Lin Wanwan sighed and clicked on Shen Zhiyi’s profile picture again.
“Sister Zhiyi, are you asleep?”
“No, I’m making supper.”
“Pay attention to rest.”
Currently, Lin Wanwan was the most worried about Shen Zhiyi.
Bao'er could not accept the truth for a while, but she would walk out of the shadow sooner or later.
Si Han’s heart and Fuya were buried at the bottom of the sea together.
Only sister Zhiyi was holding on to a glimmer of hope. She waited bitterly and it was the most torturous.
[ got it. ]
Shen Zhiyi put down her phone and dispersed the egg liquid.
Not long after, she walked into the dining room with two plates of steaming hot egg fried rice. She looked at an empty chair with a dazed expression.
“Peach Blossom Eyes.”
She called out softly and pushed one plate of egg fried rice over.
“It’s time to eat.”
Suddenly, her tears fell.
