Looking into Han's clear and flawless eyes, Su Xingyu wished she had a knife to shred Lu Shifeng to pieces. What kind of neurotic maniac couldn't even let a child sleep in peace?!
While gnashing her teeth mentally, she had to comfort Han: "It's okay, Han, go back to sleep."
The child snuggled into her arms and fell asleep again.
Yet Su Xingyu couldn't sleep at all. Although she hung up the phone so resolutely, all she could think about was Lu Shifeng. Why did he call at this time? Might it really be something important?
The faint sound of autumn insects chirping came from outside the window, and the pale moonlight shone through the thin veil.
Her thoughts were like this moonlight, hazy, indistinct, and indescribably elusive.
She hadn't slept well at night, so she felt very tired in the morning.
As soon as it was dawn, she turned on her phone, but Lu Shifeng hadn't called again.
For some reason, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.
