Lan Tingting noticed that Lin Jing seemed off. "What's wrong?"
Lin Jing buried her head under the covers. After a moment, she said softly, "Nothing."
Lan Tingting thought she was tired and wanted to sleep, so she didn't say anything more.
After an unknown amount of time, her phone vibrated on the pillow.
Lin Jing blinked and reached her hand out from under the covers, grabbing the phone.
It was a message from Sheng Kuang.
Little Jing酱: I understood what you meant at midnight, what did you understand?
miracle: The photo.
Lin Jing's fingertips tightened slightly around her phone.
Could he possibly know that she was unhappy because other girls had his autographed photo, and she didn't?
Lin Jing thought about it, then decided it was unlikely.
Little Jing酱: You're right, it's the photo.
Little Jing酱: That picture didn't make you look handsome enough. I was a bit angry looking at it.
miracle: I believe you.
miracle: So, you plan to take a new one.
Little Jing酱: Oh.
Little Jing酱: Go ahead and take it.
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