Opening her eyes, she saw the bright red gauze curtain, through which she could see the unfamiliar new house. He opened the red quilt, picked up the plain clothes on the bedside table and hung them on his body. It's August and the morning is still a bit chilly. Qiao Hongying looked around and didn't see He Wanzhao. The quilts on the ground were neatly folded.
The maids outside the door filed in, and everyone saluted: "Crown Princess."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
