Late at night, a thin mist enveloped Yanchuan City by the sea. The moonlight was faint, and on the chilly streets, only the street lamps fighting to stay lit were still working hard.
In the spacious guest room, Zhou Huaiyi had already turned off the lights, wrapped in a blanket chatting fervently with Kang Xuan on WeChat.
[President Kang: Did Cheng Yi contact you later?]
[Zhou Luobu: I made it so obvious, he definitely got the message, why would he still contact me?]
[President Kang: True, this afternoon he posted on his Moments showing off his relationship, I just suddenly thought of you and asked.]
[Zhou Luobu: I'm so busy thinking about Qi Chen every day, how do I have time to think about him?]
[President Kang: Well, no more nonsense. Although the hope is slim, I still hope you and Xiang Qichen get together soon.]
Zhou Huaiyi sighed sorrowfully, poking at the phone screen with her finger, sighing deeply: "If only he could really like me."
