Xian Yijun, Goodbye

It was late October, and the early winter wind blew into the house through the window. Wei Zhijuan kept coughing as she went into her bedroom to pack.

When she came back, she didn't bring many things with her. She had only brought a luggage bag for her clothes, some daily necessities, and a few new clothes that she had bought on the street after returning to H City.

When she was tidying up her closet, she saw the two pairs of pajamas in the corner. She had once bought them in secret and wanted to wear them with Xian Yijun on her birthday. As a grown woman in her twenties, she didn't know how she could be satisfied with this simple thing so easily.

To her, as long as he was willing to wear the pajamas and celebrate her birthday with her, that was already enough.