When she heard the door close, Shui Qianqian pulled the blanket away and lay down on the bed, feeling depressed.
He clearly didn't want to give himself an answer, but he was so concerned about her.
If he was a little colder, she might still be rational and not question him like this.
But he was just so gentle, and she would fall for his gentleness.
That's why she spoke. She wanted to keep herself rational ... Calm down ...
Shui Qianqian lay on the bed and took a short nap. When she woke up again, it was already past three in the afternoon.
Shui Qianqian opened the window and saw that it was snowing outside. The pure white snowflakes calmed her down.
Shui Qianqian leaned against the window, feeling bored. Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind.
Shui Qianqian then wrote a letter on the table and pressed it on it. Then, she left quietly.
