Late at night, feeling Zhou Mingchen's even breath beside her, it seemed he had fallen into a deep sleep. Xia Lu gently lifted the blanket and silently slipped out of bed.
Zhou Mingchen had a habit of moving the trash bin outside the front door every morning, and someone would come to collect the contents in the morning. Tonight was her last chance to retrieve her small notebook.
Carefully closing the front door behind her, Xia Lu jogged to the trash bin while listening to the chirping of crickets in the bushes. She took out the garbage bag she had left inside earlier and finally got her notebook. She let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness." Luckily, she had discovered it in time. If she had lost this thing, she really didn't know what the consequences would be.
