Shen Changqing left, and Sheng Qingyan walked alone for a long, long time...
His thoughts were also chaotic, very chaotic.
The corners of his eyes felt warm, tears constantly falling...
Sheng Qingyan, with a stern face, lifted his head, wiped the corner of his eye, and looked at his open palm – it was filled with tears. He muttered somewhat displeased, "It's all because the onions were cut too much today."
"Go back to the dorm and wash my eyes."
Thinking of this, Sheng Qingyan stopped wandering around and directly took a Floating Car back to the dorm. Once there, he immediately brought out the treatment instrument and quickly repaired his swollen eyes so that no trace of crying could be seen.
Sheng Qingyan stared at himself in the mirror, seeing no trace of the swollen puffy eyes, he finally felt relieved.
Sheng Qingyan collapsed on the soft sofa, closed his eyes, and lazily pretended to nap, wondering whether he should skip today's stable cleaning punishment.
