This World Means Nothing to Me!
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Gazing at Gu Qingcheng, who went away and returned, Yun Liuli, who was slumped on the desk writing something, turned around, still holding a pen.
"Drinking milk will help you get to sleep!" Gu Qingcheng said, taking the milk over to her.
Yun Liuli stared at Gu Qingcheng, looking dazed, until he walked to face her…
Gu Qingcheng bent over and set down the milk. In his vision was Yun Liuli's slender fingers holding a pen. She seemed to have only written two lines on the clean and pretty piece of paper. As her slim hands and pen were blocking his view, Gu Qingcheng could only see the opening of the letter, seeing to whom it was addressed.
Yun Liuli was writing a letter to her deceased mother.
She smiled at Gu Qingcheng. "Thanks, Uncle Qingcheng."
Seeing that the young lady's eyes were red, Gu Qingcheng said, "If you really can't sleep alone, then come to Uncle Qingcheng's room to sleep."