It was early morning, and all those who had been playing cards gradually returned to their rooms to sleep.
Qing Er didn't expect that Tang Wanjun was still in her guest room, sitting on the floor, leaning on the bed, asleep.
She walked over quietly, sat by the bed, and silently watched him.
He hadn't changed at all from thirteen years ago, still the same arrogance and conceit, still unreasonable and without compassion for others.
Wasn't he... married by now?
However, she hadn't seen him bring his wife along.
Qing Er gave a bitter smile and shook her head. Why was she thinking about him? The two of them were now like strangers with no connection at all.
With this thought, she felt much more indifferent and got into bed to sleep.
She didn't care at all about the man leaning on the bed.
...
Just as dawn was breaking, Tang Wanjun woke up.
Upon waking, he found his back aching, realizing it was because he had fallen asleep sitting on the floor.
