บท 737: Qingchun, I Love You (12)

The décor of the place was minimalistic but elegant. The window opened to the sea. In front of the house, there was a swimming pool, two sunshades by the poolside, and underneath them were leather recliners.

Song Qingchun was exhausted and didn't have the energy left to look around the villa. After Su Zhinian pointed out her bedroom, she bade him good night before dragging her luggage toward it.

When Song Qingchun woke up the next morning, it was already noon. The weather that day was perfect. The sea was a glittering blue while the sun shone brilliantly. Song Qingchun stretched lazily standing before the window in her room before she brushed her teeth and walked downstairs.

Su Zhinian was already awake. He was sitting on the living room sofa, talking on the phone. When he saw her, he pointed at the dining room, telling her wordlessly to go have breakfast first.