บท 961: If You Want It to Die, You Have to Make It Crazy

Usually, when she returned to the room, she loved to light the aromatherapy lamp and let the room be filled with the fragrance of lavender. She would then sit by the dressing table to wipe her face and skin, or go online to look at the score and listen to the music…

However, this time, she did not want to do anything after returning to her room and closing the door.

Everything that had happened today was like a joke that crushed all her fantasies!

She couldn't imagine how she could grow up and live under Qiao Nian's light for three, four years, or even longer.

Qiao Chen threw herself onto the bed. The soft mattress used to relieve all her pressure, but now, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

She took out her phone and flipped through the Internet to see if there was any news of Mr. Huang accepting a disciple.

She did not see anything after searching around.

She bit her lip and opened the school forum unwillingly.