It's as if she likes him so much that, even when she has to watch as he loves another woman, she still wants to use this excuse to come over and stay, just so she can see him a few more times.
Is this love?
Even Meng Yao couldn't say for sure. After picking up the bag, she said nothing more and turned to enter the guest room.
When Luo Xiao brought up a bowl of noodles after cooking them, it was the servant who opened the door. Tong Ran was already asleep, curled up on the bed wrapped in a thin blanket, her small figure emphasized by the cool moonlight.
No one could tell if she was truly asleep or pretending.
In fact, Luo Xiao knew her habits well. Since childhood, she liked to sleep on her back; if she curled up, it meant she couldn't sleep or was pretending.
