Pushing the door open, the lights at the entryway suddenly lit up.
Little Bun had gone to the Jiang family.
Sister Lan was on annual leave.
As the door closed, a moment of tranquility enveloped her, and Ye Wan's cheeks warmed up.
She was wearing a black coat, which was filled with the scent of Lu Changchuan.
It was as if she was being held in his arms.
No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than Ye Wan's already warm cheeks and ears became scorching hot.
She quickly took off the coat and hung it on the coat rack.
Looking down at the ice blue dress she was wearing, Ye Wan let out a long breath.
Bending down to pick up the dress, Ye Wan carefully moved to the bedroom, where she changed out of the dress, folded it neatly, and placed it in a paper box.
Stepping into the bathroom, Ye Wan raised her head and couldn't help but pause for a moment.
The girl in the mirror was clearly herself, yet seemed not quite like herself.
Her cheeks were rosy as if she had been drinking.
