Why was it in her hands? He was leaving without it?
A love-struck smile appeared on her face.
She was certain that this man had come to see her.
That night, Bai Qinghao left in a hurry to deal with urgent matters from the Bai family.
Fang Xinxin tossed and turned across the large bed. She could not help but feel as though something was missing.
It was only when she was exhausted that she realised that she was missing Bai Qinghao, the firm and dependable pillow.
The next morning, the birds chirped noisily outside the windows.
The morning sunlight peeked in through the balcony and added a hint of warmth to the extravagant bedroom.
Fang Xinxin stretched her body and lifted her hand to her face casually. She realised that most of the uneven scabs were gone. Her skin had also become smoother.
She immediately sat up.
Most of the scabs had fallen naturally onto the bed.
