"Sister Ding, we were born magnanimous and never hold grudges. Can we let this matter slide?"
Ding Jing glanced at her, then said, "You don't need to speak with such a fierce expression; I might actually believe you."
"Damn."
Mo Shangjun cursed irritably.
With a smile, Ding Jing waved the white chrysanthemum in her hand and said, "I was a bit thoughtless in this matter. Next time, I'll give you roses."
"I don't need them!"
Mo Shangjun replied, once again retreating under her covers.
Ding Jing ignored her response, deciding on her own to give roses tomorrow.
As someone who struggles with insomnia, Ding Jing returned to bed after washing Mo Shangjun's clothes, only managing to fall asleep after about an hour.
However, her sleep was restless.
Mo Shangjun, a light sleeper, was startled awake several times by her tossing and turning, feeling like she could choke her under the cover of night.
