Shen Mianmian sometimes wondered if she and He Nan hadn't been able to marry due to some particular reason, she probably would never fall in love with anyone else in her life.
So, she did not regret.
He Nan's throat moved slightly, and his eyes deepened a bit. The two gazed at each other for a while, when he suddenly switched off the lights in the room. In the pitch-black room, they could hear each other's breathing; the atmosphere suddenly turned ambiguous.
The next day, she slept until nine in the morning. Since she had no classes in the morning, Yang Xiaoxi didn't wake Shen Mianmian up. By the time Shen Mianmian got up, He Nan had already gone out.
"Mianmian, Brother He cooked porridge and eggs for you and even bought buns. Come and eat," Yang Xiaoxi said, although she found it strange that Shen Mianmian had slept so long, she didn't think much of it.
"Okay."
Shen Mianmian washed up and sat down at the stone table.
