Su Zhinian went downstairs, cleaned the cup, and placed it back into the cupboard before returning to the second floor.
Before entering his own bedroom, he thought about it and took a detour to stand before Song Qingchun's bedroom door.
He fiddled with the doorknob, expecting it to be locked like usual, but to his surprise, the door was opened.
The girl in bed had already disappeared into her dreams, smiling in her sleep.
Su Zhinian took slow, deliberate steps into the room. Her lips were curved beautifully into a smile, but the rest of her body was in quite an unsightly state. Only half of her body was covered by the comforter, and one of her arms had even fallen off the edge of the bed.
Su Zhinian replaced her arm carefully back by her side and then slowly shuffled the comforter to cover her exposed body. He even helped her tone down the brightness of the lights in the room.
