Fearing she'd be late, He Lingling set an alarm on her phone. She didn't know how she fell asleep, only realized it was already eight in the morning when she woke up. Oh my god, how did she sleep so deeply that the alarm didn't wake her.
But if the alarm didn't wake her, why didn't Quan Yi call her up either?
After washing up, He Lingling walked out of her room. This villa was bought by Li Fengnian in the city area; it's said that every time he comes to the city he stays here. It's not far from the airport—just a twenty-minute drive—but now she's a few hours late, no matter how close it is, it doesn't matter.
The house was very quiet. As He Lingling went downstairs, she saw Li Fengnian sitting on a deck chair on the balcony, with a cup of coffee in hand, sipping lightly. His movements were gentle and graceful, his expression calm as water.
