Pea's back pressed against Jiu Jiu's front, like two crescent moons nestled close together.
Nan Wan watched for a moment, slowly stood up, turned off the recorder and the ceiling light, leaving only a corner night light on, and quietly exited the room.
As she closed the door, she felt as if she had returned from a disaster site.
A faint weariness was present, as she leaned against the corridor wall, raising her hand to massage her sore shoulders.
Indeed, a daughter doesn't just fall from the heavens for free...
After shaking off the buzzing chaos in her mind, she opened her eyes and stood straight, walking weak and weary in the direction of the bedroom.
Mu Jin Huan, having finished his work, stepped out of the study just in time to see the petite woman slowly walking in this direction, clutching her neck.
