"Guan Tao, I'll do it myself," Xia Qinghuan said.
Although they were good friends, it was not good to ask someone to help her wash her coat.
Guan Tao smiled indifferently and entered the bathroom with Qinghuan's coat. Then, her voice floated out. "It'll be done in five minutes. You two can rest for a while."
When Xia Qinghuan heard this, she turned around and stuck out her tongue at Jian Ai in embarrassment.
Jian Ai smiled and lay back on the sofa.
The joy in her heart made her body relax. Through the floor-to-ceiling window in the room, Jian Ai looked at the bright stars and moon in the sky. Such a night was difficult to see in Baiyun City.
Her thoughts gradually emptied. It had been more than half a year since she was reborn. Many scenes flashed across her mind. It was like a dream.
Even now, Jian Ai still couldn't help but feel fear every time she slept.
