Truly Feared; This Was But a Dream

Once Yu Bao'er had left, the room descended into a state of extreme awkwardness again.

Gu Qingjiu didn't feel uncomfortable though. She went to her bed and started playing on her phone.

After a good while, Feng Meiyun and the gang continued their conversation. But because Gu Qingjiu was around, they were talking about trivial stuff now.

From makeup to jewelry design, or even fashion clothing brands—they were talking about everything under the sky.

Indeed, girls talked about the same stuff anywhere in the world.

"Ruoqing, didn't you say you have a cousin Shiwei who's in France now? Can you get her to help me buy a set of skincare? I'll give you the money first. My skin can't quite tolerate our daily training."

As Gu Qingjiu was scrolling through her phone, she suddenly heard a familiar name.

Her instantly body stiffened.

Perhaps because her back was facing them, no one noticed this.

Their conversation continued.