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Goodnight.
It was the month when Sheng Shushu pursued Xiao Yu, a nightly routine she never failed to conclude.
No matter how late, she stubbornly made sure it reached him, even sending it to the landline in his study.
Without exception, he never once replied to her goodnight.
This led to Sheng Shushu developing an almost perverse fixation on the words "goodnight." Whenever she typed them out on the screen, they seemed flirtatious and warm.
Alas, she never received the same in response.
After being reborn for so long, she had never sent those two words to Xiao Yu again.
So when she suddenly uttered them now, she herself paused for a moment, then brushed it off as if she had never said them, quickly returning to her room.
Before Xiao Yu could react, her figure had already vanished at the bedroom door.
Sheng Shushu went back to her room, took a shower, and chose an outfit she seldom wore.