C172 Gone Without a Trace

After the preliminary competition, the organizers sent a notification to Qiao Qianchu, informing her that she was entering the semifinals.

When she woke up in the morning, Qiao Qianchu habitually reached out her hand to touch the side where Mu Nanyan was. Mu Nanyan was no longer there, but the warmth of her body was still there.

She opened her eyes, heard a soft sound from the kitchen, smiled