The night was so deep and so long.
Early the next morning, at four o'clock, Gao Jiaxing had already gotten up.
When Gao Jiaxing stepped out of the house, Zheng Xianghong was already preparing breakfast. Seeing him, she said, "Why are you up so early?"
"I'm leaving soon," Gao Jiaxing replied.
Zheng Xianghong said, "Why so quickly? You said this morning, but it's still dark now."
"If we delay any longer, we'll miss the ride," Gao Jiaxing said.
Zheng Xianghong sighed, "Can you at least wait for breakfast? It's already cooking, almost done."
Gao Jiaxing nodded, "Yes, I can wait. I'll go after I eat."
Zheng Xianghong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Gao Jiaxing, "You haven't woken Xia Xiao up, you're just going to leave like this?"
Gao Jiaxing shook his head, "Let her sleep, don't wake her up."
Observing Gao Jiaxing, Zheng Xianghong said, "Just like your father."
