Su Yan looked at herself in the mirror.
It was a very young face.
Even less innocent, more charming.
While she was looking, Xiao Hua's voice appeared in her mind again.
"Host, you came to look for Xiao Hua, but Xiao Hua doesn't know where she is, waaaah."
As soon as the childish voice fell, their connection broke again.
Su Yan dressed herself.
No longer engaged with these thoughts.
Opened the door and walked out.
As soon as she stepped out, she heard the nanny calling her
"Mrs. Song, you're awake. Mr. Song is having breakfast downstairs."
Mr. Song? Mrs. Song?
Married?
Su Yan walked down the stairs.
A layer of milky white wool carpet covered the wooden stairs.
Stepping on it, it wouldn't make the slightest sound.
Walking downstairs.
Looking at the whole appearance of the living room.
Cold, simple.
A sharp contrast to the pink princess room in the original body's house.
Most importantly, that room was lived in by one person.
No hint of another's presence.
