Tang Die didn't understand what she was saying. She held Qin Youxue's hands and asked, "Did something happen yesterday?"
Qin Youxue, a bit tired, rested her forehead on Tang Die's shoulder, "I'm a little sleepy. Adie, can I take a nap?"
Although she didn't understand what was wrong with Qin Youxue, hearing her weary voice made Tang Die feel a bit distressed. She patted Qin Youxue's hair and said, "Then you rest. I'll take Shengge to play."
Qin Youxue acknowledged with a sound and watched Tang Die pick up Little Shengge to soothe her. She walked to the bed, pulled back the quilt, and lay down.
A sleepless night, nerves throbbing, the pain made her want to cry.
She buried her face in the quilt, gently sniffing, holding back her inner sorrow.
She knew it wasn't easy for her and Mo Hexuan to come this far. She thought all night; if Mo Hexuan would leave that woman and come back to her, she would forgive him.
But he didn't.
