After dinner, Ruan Tianling took her home.
He didn't linger for too long, and drove back to the old house.
At home, his father had already returned. His mother stayed in the hospital to take care of the old man, and the servant said that the young lady had gone to sleep as soon as she came back, and she hadn't come downstairs until now.
Ruan Tianling strode upstairs, gently pushing open the door of the room.
Inside the bedroom, only one table lamp was lit, casting a dim and gentle light.
On the spacious and luxurious bed, Jian Yufei was curled up with her back facing him, wrapped up in the quilt.
Ever since her feelings for him changed, she didn't leave the light on at night any longer, no longer leaving a light for him.
Today, suddenly seeing the warm and soft yellow light in the room, warmth coursed through his heart, evoking an unexpected sense of home.
