Yeh Cangqiong's laptop was still on the sofa, and the suit jacket was thrown aside, the bedroom door half ajar.
The room was unlit, with only the faint moonlight streaming in from outside, quietly illuminating everything.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
She tiptoed out of the bedroom and heard a low conversation coming from outside.
She walked to the window and looked out.
In the moonlight, she saw a figure in the courtyard.
Yeh Cangqiong was sitting on a chair, smoking. White smoke swirled around his handsome face, gathering into thin wisps of sorrow.
Footsteps sounded behind her, and Chi Xiaoyu quickly squatted down, hiding in the shadows of the cabinet.
After a while, He Miner's figure emerged, wearing a bathrobe. She must have just finished bathing and was preparing to sleep.
The lights were off, she was in slippers, and her footsteps were very light.
If it weren't so quiet here, her walking would have been almost inaudible.
