A sleepless night, and at daybreak the next day, Huangfu Huazhang got up to get dressed.
It's no surprise that in the mirror, he saw a circle of blue under his pale face.
He frowned, considering using some makeup to cover it up. But he also knew that cosmetics could not escape Tang Yanqing's eyes, it would be just a futile attempt, so he gave up.
He chose a suit and shirt himself, played classical music, and steadily helped himself with his tie and cufflinks.
There was still an hour before Jieyou usually got up, but he couldn't help but enter her room.
Jieyou was sleeping soundly, holding a scarf between her fingers.
It was Shi Nian's.
The scarf carried Shi Nian's scent, which made Jieyou sleep very peacefully.
Huangfu Huazhang sat quietly by the bed, unmoving, silently gazing at his daughter's sleeping face.
