"I got off work early today. On the way back, I saw a newly opened cake shop and bought your favorite osmanthus cake." Shen Yinan put down the tray and looked around the dim room. The faint smell of smoke lingered on the tip of her nose.
"You smoke?" Shen Yinnan frowned. She walked to the window and looked back at Penelope Yan, who was lying on the bed. She had been unresponsive since she came in, and slowly opened the curtains.
Sure enough, the windows were closed tightly, no wonder there was a strange smell in the house.
It was already afternoon, and the light outside was not that strong, but Shen Yinan stood under the light and shadow, and her figure looked particularly clear.
Penelope Yan turned sideways, facing away from her.
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