In the bathroom, there were two people and a little rabbit. It was very lively.
In the living room, Xiaoqi was video-calling his grandparents. Jun Shiyan was sitting beside him, replying from time to time, it was very heartwarming.
It was very quiet on the balcony, and it brought about a suffocating feeling.
It was dark, and no one knew when the sun had set below the horizon. There were no lights on the balcony, and the curtains were drawn again. The lights in the living room couldn't shine through.
Song Yiyan felt a little guilty, this was the first time she felt guilty. She seemed to have gone overboard as she looked at the man leaning against the balcony railing.
The man's back was facing her, his tall figure looked lonely and had a serious aura. It was as if the air around him had been sucked out because of him.
