Chapter 77

For a long time, as if a century had passed, Jin Yanchen's deep eyes deepened slightly, and a trace of firmness flashed on his angular face. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly pushed the door handle and gently opened the door

the sky blue Tulle curtains are blowing in the breeze, and the moonlight shines on Simmons' big bed through the cracks

Jin Yanchen raised his eyes slowly, his eyes fell on the slender figure on the bed, and his heart fell down at that moment

in the moonlight, Ruan Xihan's long eyelashes stand up, her high and small nose casts a profile on her white face, her bright red lips are slightly pursed together, and the sound of even and gentle breathing reaches Jin Yanchen's ears

Jin Yanchen walks to her bed and looks at her affectionately

after a long time, Jin Yanchen turned to leave and closed the door

in the corridor, Jin Yanchen lights a cigarette and leans against the window, surrounded by the smoke. His tall posture is surrounded by a touch of sadness

I don't know how long later, Jin Yanchen put out the cigarette and went back to his room