At night, Shen Yijia lay on the bed and waited for a long time. Song Jingchen didn't return to the house. When she opened her eyes in a daze, it was already midnight.
There was still no one beside her. She reached out and felt that the bed was cold. It was obvious that Song Jingchen had never returned.
Shen Yijia frowned and gathered her clothes before leaving.
After looking around, she saw Song Jingchen sitting in the backyard in a thin shirt.
The moonlight was hazy, and the weak light shone on him, making it impossible to see his expression.
Shen Yijia stopped in her tracks.
Song Jingchen's started coughing, which brought Shen Yijia back to her senses.
Before she could say anything, Song Jingchen had already noticed her.
"It's so cold. Why did you come out?" Song Jingchen asked.
His tone was as calm as ever.
