Gu Qingxin casually picked up a conservative yet comfortable outfit and headed to the bathroom.
Beiming Han's gaze was fixed on her, and the heart that had been calm for five years was now pounding intensely because of her.
"I want to ask... why haven't you thrown away these clothes?"
Gu Qingxin regretted asking as soon as the words left her mouth. She knew she shouldn't have asked that question. Moreover, it reminded her of something—six years ago, when she first came to this apartment, there were other women's clothes in another room...
He probably has a habit of keeping women's clothes.
"Just purely curious... pretend I didn't ask." Gu Qingxin entered the bathroom.
Beiming Han looked at those clothes. Occasionally, he would stay here for a day over the past five years. He couldn't explain why, but it was as if something here was drawing him in.
