In that moment, he truly wished time could stand still.
Li Qingshen returned to his bedroom at midnight, yet he felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness. Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, he cradled a cup of hot tea, his gaze lingering on the night view outside, lost in thought.
Too much had happened that day.
Had he not given chase, he wouldn't have witnessed Ling Momo's abduction.
He had intended to rush forward and whisk Ling Momo away, but then he overheard her conversation with Jian Chenxi.
He froze, ears pricked, listening intently, and only at the end did he realize he had misunderstood Ling Momo.
She and Lu Niange really had nothing between them; it was Lu Niange who wouldn't leave her alone.
In that instant, the anger and sadness that had built up over time were replaced with chagrin and joy.
He was annoyed at himself for having punished her so harshly in his anger.
