Xia Yangyang didn't even leave, saying, "I'm a bit tired. Can I borrow your room to take a rest?"
Gu Zhaohan's face revealed a hint of surprise, "Sure, are you hungry? I'll go cook something for you."
Xia Yangyang's voice was faint, "Whatever."
Xia Yangyang went to Gu Zhaohan's room.
She was truly exhausted.
Because she didn't know what to do next.
She had agreed to Gu Zhaohan.
But only by doing this, could there be the best possible plan.
She had no choice.
But she had no idea how to proceed with the road ahead.
Xia Yangyang just lay down on the couch for a while.
Gu Zhaohan, looking at Xia Yangyang's side-lying silhouette, felt a sudden surge of warmth in his heart.
Even his usually cold face completely eased.
This was the life he had always imagined.
She was so close, as if within reach.
Gu Zhaohan stood at the door for a while then turned and left, closing the door behind him.
How could Xia Yangyang fall asleep?