Meng Chengyu returned home.
It was already night and the lights outside the house were brightly lit, but her heart couldn’t warm up.
With the light on in the room, Yue Shurong was cooking in the kitchen.
Meng Chengyu found that he couldn’t open the door.
She twisted the doorknob subconsciously, and the key was already inserted in it, unable to twist.
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