She pursed her lips, stepped forward again, and walked to the room of the two of them. Nothing had changed in the room.

In a daze, Jian Ran seemed to be able to see Qin Yue sitting on the single sofa he used to sit reading newspapers.

Hearing her push the door and come in, he raised his head and pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose habitually, looked at her and smiled: "Come here!"