Yu Niaoniao snuggled into Xiao Juan's broad and warm arms and fell asleep.
In the darkness, Xiao Juan raised his hand to her cheek and carefully wiped her tears.
Perhaps Niaoniao had already forgotten, but Xiao Juan still remembered that two years ago, on such a night, he had wavered in his actions.
He wanted to know if what he had done was right.
Niaoniao told him without hesitation that he was not wrong.
No matter when or where, it couldn't be wrong to uphold justice.
And now he had to convince her that she was right.
The truly selfish ones were those who disregarded the laws and distorted the truth for their own desires.
Xiao Juan got up quietly, put on his clothes, and walked out of the bedroom silently.
There were some things he had to explain to Pan Dafu.
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Usually, everyone would be asleep at this time, but tonight was different. The courtyard was still brightly lit.
