When Ji Weiwei woke up, Lu Chuan had already left.
The warmth beside her had disappeared. Ji Weiwei struggled to sit up and stared blankly ahead.
She hadn't been taken advantage of, and her body seemed to have recovered significantly. At least now she no longer felt dizzy, and her breathing was much more stable.
But Ji Weiwei felt an emptiness in her heart.
"Couldn't he wait for me to wake up and say goodbye before leaving?"
Ji Weiwei lowered her eyes and sighed gently, smoothing the wrinkles on her collar while looking at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks inexplicably turning red.
"Am I really that bad?"
Despite a trace of regret, in any case, she at least hadn't let her grandma down.
Meanwhile, Lu Chuan had returned to the Tang family ancestral home.
It had been a long time since he showed up, and this time he was caught red-handed by Tang Yurou. The little girl pounced into Lu Chuan's arms and rubbed against him like a little kitten.
