Han Soi slept lightly that night, his arm resting protectively around his son. When he finally opened his eyes again, pale morning light had already filled the room.
The night had passed.
He lifted his head slowly and looked toward the window. The sun was there, hanging quietly in the sky. There was no strange movement, no sign of danger. A breath he hadn't realized he was holding slipped out of his chest. At least… the world was still normal.
Then his gaze shifted to the bed beside him.
It was empty.
The warmth he had hoped for wasn't there. No trace of Yue Yue. No sign that she had returned at all. A sharp disappointment pierced his chest, followed by a dull, heavy ache. His eyes darkened with sorrow.
She didn't come back… not even once the whole night?
Did she really stay with that bastard? That sly, shameless man?
His jaw tightened as the thoughts spiraled. Anger, worry, and jealousy twisted together inside his heart.
