Lin Zishuang listened to the sound of footsteps and knew he had left, letting out a sigh of relief.
Her hand touched her chest, and when she thought of Feng Tianyou, her face flushed red.
No, she wouldn't think about it anymore. She didn't want to think about anything.
Lin Zishuang deliberately tried to suppress her memories, hypnotizing herself to fall asleep quickly.
She hoped that when she woke up the next day, everything wouldn't have happened, and she would still be her old self.
Feng Tianyou took a blanket out of the cabinet, turned his head, and glanced at the bed. Shuang'er was still curled up in a ball.
He knew she was scared, probably scared of him as well.
For a moment, Feng Tianyou's mind was a chaotic mess.
Forget it, there's time to spare. He wouldn't rush for this moment.
Right now, his only wish was for her to get better quickly.
