Fu Nian didn't sleep all night.
Originally, she thought about organizing things, but it turned out there was nothing to organize. She just sat quietly by the bed... slowly waiting for the alcohol to wear off.
Hmm...
Actually, she wanted to call Shen Lele.
But she worried it would disturb her rest.
...
The next day.
Early in the morning, just as dawn broke, Fu Nian realized she had been sitting all night, and her arms were sore.
Fu Nian's lips tugged slightly, then she reached out with her small hand to rub her sore temples.
She had been overthinking all night.
She didn't even know exactly what she had been thinking about.
Mostly reminiscing about the past, there was a lot about... meeting Wen Ziyang.
And also... Jing Luo.
All sorts of childhood memories, the sweetness of childhood friends.
...
Fu Nian lightly pressed her lips, proactively picked up the simply packed items, and went downstairs.
Downstairs, the butler was already waiting respectfully.
