First, her eyes were dazzled by the rows of neatly hung high-end tailored suits and various branded clothing inside.
Then she saw the half-old suitcase in the corner.
It was open, quietly lying on the carpet, and its contents were already emptied.
In the hanging area, her clothes were neatly arranged.
Was it him who packed for me?
A wave of indescribable joy and sweetness instantly surged to her heart.
She could imagine how he took out each item from the suitcase, carefully sorting and placing them...
Immediately afterward, there was a sense of unspeakable shyness and anxiety.
After all, the suitcase held her underwear, nightwear.
Zhang Yan quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any further, and turned around to swiftly leave the dressing room.
"Tang Song, I'm awake."
She shouted again outside, her voice much louder than before.
But it was only equivalent to the "meow" of a whining orange cat, without any penetrative power.
