Thinking of Xia Weiwei, Xia Yangyang's heart felt desolate.
But it turned out to be a good thing, as, from that day on, she had put down any kinship ties with her.
Since then, Xia Yangyang had been detached from that family.
Xia Yangyang returned to her room.
Everything here remained the same as if it was yesterday.
Even the comb she left on the dressing table hadn't moved a bit.
Xia Yangyang knew she probably wouldn't sleep tonight either.
Over the years, her insomnia was the one thing that hadn't gone right in her life.
Especially when she was in a new place.
Xia Yangyang took the opportunity to clean up her home from top to bottom.
It was not until four or five in the morning that she finally managed to clear out the evergreen ivy in her home.
Xia Yangyang was so tired that she was utterly exhausted.
The feeling was just too wonderful.
Xia Yangyang collapsed on the bed and fell asleep within ten minutes.