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(Chapter Twenty)
When Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan arrived at Ling Mingrui's separate residence, Ling Mingrui had not yet returned.
As the mother and son passed through the strict security check and entered the residence, it was already half-past five in the afternoon. In late November, Yanjing had entered the true winter. At half-past five, dusk had set in, bringing with it an uncomfortable feeling of cold and darkness.
Luo Ziling didn't really mind, but as Ling Ruonan walked past the sentry post towards her parents' house, an inexplicable chill welled up in her heart, one she couldn't put into words.
In the past, every time she visited her parents, she would feel at peace, and there was a sense of relaxation in letting go of everything because of a mother who loved and cherished her. However, recently, Ling Ruonan had distinctly felt the gap between herself and her parents, especially her father, widening day by day.
