The romantic sweetness always fills the hearts of lovers in love; Xiao Lin thought of seeing Xia Xue upon returning home, and his heart was filled with sweetness.
However, clearly, ideals are always beautiful, but reality is always cruel. When Xiao Lin got home, it was cold and lifeless, not a trace of warmth, let alone a beautiful woman waiting inside. Only the TV in the living room was still on.
"Looks like she just left not long ago and something urgent came up; she didn't even have time to turn off the TV!" Xiao Lin muttered helplessly, then went to Xia Xue's room. The room was as clean as ever, spotless, but the medical kit hanging at the door was gone.
