"It's really strange..."
Qin Yiren muttered absentmindedly, not understanding why she had become so fragile and sensitive, but perhaps this change was related to Bo Jinghang.
Ever since she recovered Huang Qian's memory, Bo Jinghang had been by her side.
This made her very afraid of loneliness now, only for a night alone, she felt very unaccustomed.
With a helpless smile, Qin Yiren verified her fingerprint to open the door, turning on the lights in the hall one by one, her footsteps echoing softly in the vast space.
Keeping the lights bright, she did not linger in the hall, returning to her room alone, taking off her coat and placing her bag on the vanity.
After a simple hot shower, Qin Yiren came out wrapped in a bathrobe, her gaze naturally falling onto the white handbag.
Hesitating for a moment where she stood, she slowly walked to the vanity in soft slippers, sat down, and unzipped the bag to take out the notebook.
