Qin Ya's post was a selfie.
The scar on her cheek was almost healed. Her scar was no longer visible under the filter.
Every photo was taken beautifully, and her smile was also very sweet.
It was not surprising that she was in such a hurry to take selfies. After wearing a mask for so long, her classmates all suspected that she was wearing a mask for another reason.
Who would catch a cold and not recover after such a long time?
Qin Shu ignored the selfie. Her WeChat moments were even emptier than Fu Tingyu's.
In her previous life, she didn't have many friends because of her inferiority complex and personality.
At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside. Fu Tingyu's slender figure walked in from the outside. When his gaze landed on the bed, he realized that she was still awake and frowned slightly.
He walked in. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
