Closing the Doors
Jiang Nuannuan entered the room and bent down to grab two pairs of slippers. She changed into her own pair and hurriedly ran to the room's luggage box to search for something.
Ever since she injured her hands and feet that time, she had to change band-aids every day, and there were still some unused ones left in the luggage box. After gathering her things, she prepared to leave the room.
Fei Jinzhao stood at the doorway, his worn-out white shirt missing three or four buttons, with the V-neck wide open, extending down to his chest.
He abandoned his meticulous appearance and always managed to capture attention like a polished gem.
Jiang Nuannuan still remembered that time at the club when he wore his uniform, standing tall like a straight pine tree, impossible to ignore.
Oh, the cold and struggling moon that fell into the mortal world. "Are you awake from your drunk?"