C162 Understood

No matter how much she had, she often lost interest quickly, leaving things broken or messy. She had never been in Qingqing's room before, but now she walked in, sat on Qingqing's bed, and gently lay down.

"You know, you often come to my room, but I've never been in yours. Isn't that unfair?" Wanwan said, knowing she was talking to the air, but really speaking to the memory of Qingqing