That night, during dinner, Old Mr. Di had a somber expression on his face.
After the meal, Di Yelei and Old Mr. Di had a long private conversation. Liu Sisi had no idea what they talked about.
From the looks of Di Yelei's red eyes when he left the room, the conversation must not have been a pleasant one.
After lying down, Di Yelei, for the first time, did not embrace her as they fell asleep. Instead, he lay on his side facing away from her, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
"Did Dad tell you something? You look so uncomfortable."
In the darkness, Liu Sisi whispered to her.
Di Yelei didn't speak for a while. Suddenly, in the dark, there was the sound of rustling, and the flint lit a candle, illuminating Di Yelei's back.
He paused for a moment before turning around to look at her: "You've known since early this morning, haven't you?"
"Known what?"
Liu Sisi was curious too. She rarely saw Di Yelei talk to her with such a serious expression.
