C1857

Song Xiaoyu was close to tears. Could it be that in everyone's eyes, she was such a person?

Was she that useless?

When Song Xiaoyu returned home, she was very tired. When she opened the door, the room was completely empty.

It was ten o'clock, and Fu Weichen still had not returned. She took a bath, laid on the bed, and lost herself in the dim lighting of the room