When you have a heartthrob as a boyfriend, this sort of comfort was so rare back in their home country, where there was no privacy at all.
Shen Qianshu could not help but become envious. As she walked in the ancient and elegant corridor, her heart became heavier inch by inch. She did not know if it was the foreboding atmosphere being too heavy in the castle or any other reason that made her constantly unhappy.
This was so similar to the castles in fairy tales, where a demon lived in. She was the demon's prisoner.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps rang behind her back. Shen Qianshu turned her head around, but there was no one there. Shen Qianshu frowned. "Who is it?"
There was not a single echo in the empty and grand castle.
"Qianshu, what's wrong?" Lin Xiaojuan asked her worriedly.
Shen Qianshu shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. Have fun shopping. When I'm done settling everything, pick a time to come over to the castle."
"Sure, sure!"