She couldn't figure out what Qin Feimo was thinking, nor did she understand what was on his mind at that moment.
"Well, I'm going up too."
After sitting in silence for quite a while, Feng Jinglei stood up, feeling very uncomfortable with the atmosphere.
Qin Feimo didn't say anything, but when she got up and walked towards the stairs, he also stood up and followed her.
She walked in front, and he followed behind. Feng Jinglei noticed, but even until the second floor, neither of them spoke a word, until they parted ways at the corner of the second-floor staircase, one heading to the third floor and the other to the second-floor hallway.
Back in his room, Qin Feimo took out that dark gray sweater, but the expression on his face remained calm.
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In a blink, winter arrived, and New Year's Eve was approaching.
Outside the window, leaves were falling, leaving only bare branches.
With three days until New Year's Eve, Feng Jinglei had already started her annual leave.
