At night.
Bo Cixue did not return to the dormitory but instead stayed in the hotel suite Yan Hua and Bo Jingyu were staying in.
Bo Cixue was wearing a red sleeping gown. Back in the capital, she rarely wore such bright colors. Everyone said that she looked good in white—untainted and pure. However, now that she was wearing red, she looked even more beautiful, her skin looking even more fair and smooth.
Yan Hua looked at her daughter and felt that she was getting prettier.
For the past few years, she had been afraid that Little Apple would remain depressed over her lost love.
Now that she was seeing her daughter living more freely than before, the confidence and easygoingness exuding from her so pleasing to the eyes, she was really relieved.
"Your brother is going to training camp after the Lunar New Year."
Bo Cixue was not surprised. Bo Jingyu would have to go through a lot to inherit his father's career in the future.