Looking at the slip of paper, Meng Qingge was obviously stunned for a moment. Then, she walked toward the curtain in front of her.
Actually, all three walls in the bathroom were surrounded by curtains, but Ji Wanzhou only told Meng Qingge to open the curtain opposite the bathtub, which made Meng Qingge a little confused.
Even so, Meng Qingge gently placed her hand on the curtain and pulled it back.
Without any warning, the scene before her eyes all appeared in front of her. It was currently the evening time, and the sea was abnormally calm in the distance. It was hard to tell if there was any wind or waves.
The setting sun was like broken pieces of gold that adorned the surface of the sea, multi-colored.
Meng Qingge was stunned as she looked at the scene before her. This was the first time she had seen such a scene.
There were no cards or stickers on the transparent window in front of her, but one line was inlaid into the glass.