Looking at the dark interior of the bedroom, Meng Qingge felt uncomfortable standing outside, but she didn't know what to say. She could only stand outside the bedroom door for a long time before entering.
She didn't know what was going on inside the house. Did Ji Wanzhou fall asleep? He clearly knew that she wasn't back yet, so why didn't he leave a light for her?
Meng Qingge stood outside, thinking and thinking. In the blink of an eye, she had been standing outside the room for almost ten minutes. In the end, she couldn't think of any reason and just pushed open the door and walked in.
However, Meng Qingge covered her mouth the moment she entered the bedroom and saw what was inside.
There were dozens of candles arranged in another loving shape in the room. On the bed, there was even a loving shape made from rose petals.