Due to spending the whole day asleep, Shanshan found herself unable to sleep at all in the middle of the night, tossing and turning as she remembered every little detail of her relationship with Chen Ziqian. No wonder their act as a fake couple felt so real; every move and glance from Chen Ziqian was particularly natural – it had always been a true reflection of his feelings.
She curled up in bed, looking at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the dim room, laughing foolishly to herself.
Not until two or three in the morning did she begin to feel sleepy.
At a little past seven in the morning, she woke up naturally, the fresh scent of green plants hitting her nose as bright sunshine filled her eyes.
Though it seemed like any other morning, she felt that this was the most beautiful morning in all her nineteen years of life.
After changing clothes, she went to the washroom, only to find that toothpaste had already been squeezed onto the toothbrush.
