Fu Weiheng guessed she was probably asleep. He put down the keys and quietly went to the bedroom, gently pushing open the door.
Inside, it was pitch dark, with the curtains tightly drawn. The blue-grey plaid bed sheet was neatly laid, but the room was empty.
Fu Weiheng raised an eyebrow, finally noticing the faint light seeping through the crack under the study room door next door.
He turned and took two steps over, placing his hand on the doorknob and gently pushing it open.
In the study, only the desk lamp was lit, and the light from the laptop screen cast a clear glow on Su Wan's serene and delicate sleeping face.
He walked over quietly, getting closer with her steady breathing.
The sound of a car passing by came from outside the window, causing the glass window behind the office chair to vibrate slightly.
