The night was hazy. In the bedroom, Doctor Lin, who had been crying alone in the bedroom, was lying on her side on the bed. Her brows were slightly furrowed and she had already fallen asleep. However, between her brows, there seemed to be a black halo.
Even if she did not want to sleep, she had to.
Her sister did not want what happened next to disturb her.
In the bathroom that was one wall away, Zhou Ze continued holding the towel.
Her sister-in-law tilted her head and stood up straight, continuing to stare at him.
…
It seemed to have frozen at that moment, and it was so heavy that it felt like the ink on the ink had started to leak.
Zhou Ze never thought that it would be her. He really never thought about it.
