The room is not big but has a medieval style. A thick carpet is laid on top of the wooden floor. There are dark red velvet curtains around the windows and the bed. The antique dressing table standing in the corner of the room has been stained by time.
It is polished extremely smooth, and the drawers are carved with complicated mandala patterns.
As soon as Jiang Zimo opened the window, the beautiful scenery of the mountains surrounded by snow came in. She stretched out her hand to support her chin and looked at it with great interest. After a while, she heard someone knocking on the door, and then she ran over and turned the doorknob.
It turned out that her travel companion had dragged her suitcase up from the trunk of the car. Jiang Zimo then remembered that she had only forgotten about it while looking at the scenery, so she thanked him repeatedly and invited him in for a drink out of politeness.
Have a cup of coffee before leaving.
The tall and thin Nordic man was quite sensible. He paused at the door for a while and then said with a chuckle: "Misjiang, I didn't expect that you are the most discerning. Although this room is small, it is the most stylish. That group of people
Those who don’t appreciate it were just laughing at you for being stupid, for choosing an attic instead of a good room."
"Haha, I just took it casually."
After closing the door and slowly dragging her suitcase to the luggage rack in the room, Jiang Zimo smiled bitterly from her heart. In fact, she knew that she chose the smallest room just because she was afraid of a
People stay in empty rooms.
She would be scared when she woke up in the middle of the night.
After dinner, she declined the invitation from her travel friends to go drinking and playing cards together. She returned to the room and took a shower. She wore a white fluffy bathrobe and turned the heating on to the maximum. She sat alone, hiding under the thick quilt and hugging her.
Spending time online with a laptop.
There was a cup of fragrant milk coffee on the bedside table. After all, it had been out for a long time. During the days of wandering outside, she had changed a lot of her old habits bit by bit.
This includes drinking tea.
Jiang Zimo hasn't drank tea for a long time. Sometimes when she eats out, she doesn't even want to order milk tea.
Now, with the slightly cold snowy light coming in from the skylight and the warm yellow color of the wall lamp hanging above the bed, she was looking carefully at Ying Bailu's space.
Because she left in that way, she has not contacted them for more than a year.
It's not that she wants to completely abandon the past, but she is very clear about Murong Qingzhen's character. If she contacts any of them, no matter what method, he is afraid that he will find her hiding place.
Therefore, she could only use this silent way to pay attention to these friends she still loved deeply.
Ying Bailu likes to play with space, and likes to vent her many daily emotions and complaints here. However, her space has always been password-protected. Fortunately, the medicine Murong Qingzhen gave her has not erased these memories.
Jiang Zimo saw her showing off in the space the luxurious and perfect loose diamonds she had recently bought at Antonweip in Belgium. The photo had not been processed, but the sparkling light still made her pair of shoes very well-maintained.
The good hand made it look beautiful. She smiled when she saw this, thinking that they would still go shopping every Christmas. It seemed that even without her, the old Wolf Girl Club would still be the same as before.
Defeated. But when she accidentally pulled down the mouse, she saw the messages from Yang Yang and Chen Feiyan.