Staring at the handsome, sleeping face of the Third Master, Qin Ruan suddenly declared in a fit of pique, "If you wake up and do not give me an explanation, I will not forgive you."
The Third Master was lost in deep sleep, his aloof and handsome face calm and relaxed, unable to respond to her.
Qin Ruan tapped on his nose with the tip of her finger, nudging it gently.
She muttered under her breath, "I'm not joking, I'm serious—I would take our child and run away from home because I'm genuinely angry this time."
If the Third Master had been awake, she would never have voiced her grievances in such a manner.
Their relationship seemed close on the surface, but actually, there was an invisible chasm between them.
Qin Ruan couldn't find the words to describe it, but she felt that something was missing in their daily interactions.
However, it did not affect their day-to-day life together, and that was enough.
"Knock, knock——"
A soft knock sounded at the door.
