What reappeared in his mind was the tender and affectionate smile of Sister Gu Jin, who showed him sympathy and indulgence.
This made An Mingji's heart somewhat excited, even to the point of tears of joy.
Mistakes can be made, but after those mistakes became insignificant, An Mingji felt completely relieved.
No longer like last night, weighed down by a heavy stone on his chest, feeling burdened.
He was still himself, and Sister Gu Jin was as gentle as ever.
They haven't changed.
The figure downstairs disappeared from view, and An Mingji knew Sister Gu Jin was coming up. He turned around and walked straight to the bathroom.
However, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he felt despondent.
Who was the person in the mirror with a complexion as pale as a ghost?
Who was the person with bluish circles under their eyes, clearly having stayed up all night?
The young man rubbed his face hard a few times, resigning himself to wash up, hoping to look better.
