The tender youth, with his handsome face, tall stature, clear voice, sunny smile, long fingers, and the hair tips that fluttered with the wind—how could she not be moved?
Xiu Ran wiped her tears. She was willing, willingly giving her all for love.
Even though she knew, he did not love her.
"You're here?" the person looked at her.
She nodded slightly.
"Why are you crying? Got soft?" the person raised an eyebrow, pulled out a tissue, wiped her tears, and planted a kiss on her face.
She shook her head, "Got up early, a bit sleepy."
"…You'll be able to sleep well soon."
Meanwhile, Luo Qianqian felt as if she sensed something, standing by the dormitory window and looking into the distance, "A storm is coming."
Qin Nuan faintly felt a surge of irritation, "It's my birthday today, can you please not make me want to hit you?"
