Gu Qiqi’s heart softened and she walked into the master bedroom with her eyes lowered.
A moment later, she walked out on her tiptoes.
Gong Jue was enjoying the breeze on the balcony, reflecting on his life and his failed marriage proposal. It was not until dawn that he dragged his heavy steps into the bedroom.
As expected, Gu Qiqi had not returned. She should be sleeping with the children, right?
Gong Jue’s mood was gloomy. He had just thrown himself heavily into the big bed when suddenly, his face was poked!
What was that?
The man reflexively bounced up.
The next second, a hard card on the pillow fell into his palm.
The morning light of dawn shone on his palm.
He saw a line of delicate and beautiful handwriting on the card, meandering.
That was Gu Qiqi’s handwriting. It was very familiar.
However, when he finished reading the whole sentence, he jumped off the bed!
