Han Wenwen lay on her bed, covered only by a single blanket. She curled her legs up, stretching one long, snow-white leg out as she tried to touch the wooden slats of the upper bunk.
But even with her tender pink toes fully pointed, she couldn't reach it.
"Even thinking about it now, it feels unbelievable," she murmured to herself. "To think that the boyfriend the heavens bestowed upon me turned out to be Qingqing's childhood friend, the one she pines for day and night. Honestly, I was completely stunned when I saw his photo."
Her expression was blank, almost dazed. "Good thing Qingqing didn't notice anything that day, or it would have been really troublesome."
Han Wenwen held up a small notebook, flipping through it casually. Looking closely at the details, she could indeed feel that many of Lin Zhengran's habits matched her own, and they complemented each other in numerous ways.
