That night, Shao moqian didn't go home.
He only called her at eight o 'clock in the evening to let her rest more. There was a major operation in the hospital, and she might be busy until the second half of the night or even the next day.
For the entire night, perhaps it was because Shao moqian wasn't around, Yun Xi tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't fall asleep no matter what, and her mind was filled with what had happened on the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Even if Shao moqian did not say it, Yun Xiao knew that he was a little angry.
His unhappiness was clearly written on his face.
Also, his "do you love me?"
He had asked so seriously that for a moment, Yun Xi felt guilty.
Did she love him?
Yun Xiao asked himself this question repeatedly in his heart.
Love? Or not love?
And what was the definition of this?
For a moment, Yun Xiao was in a daze and her vision was blurry.
