C891 The Intertwining of Hope and Despair

The night gradually deepened, and the spring evening wind was still somewhat chilly as expected.

Ye Xiaomeng woke up from her daze and touched Su Hsingchen with her hand a few times, but she didn't see Su Hsingchen.

Ye Xiaomeng was no longer sleepy. She put on her clothes, opened the door, and walked out