In the vast villa, only dim wall lights were turned on. The faint, gentle light fell on their bodies, from the living room sofa to the master bedroom, and then to the bathroom... Yu Jingrong could barely stand it, crumbling under the strain until Li Chengyun had thoroughly spent himself, carrying her out of the bathroom to lay her down on the bed. By this point, Yu Jingrong had already fallen deep into sleep.
But Li Chengyun could not sleep; he just sat next to her and watched, his mind filled with innumerable thoughts.
He thought back to times long ago, when Mu Ye hadn't returned to the country, still abroad. In those days, there were no arguments between them, no unhappiness. Every day was spent waking up, having breakfast, going to work, eating lunch, working, getting off work, sleeping. Even though they hardly spoke to each other, every day was genuinely warm and beautiful.
It was a time truly worth longing for.
