You Mingxu returned home, it was already evening.
Her own home.
As she was climbing the stairs, she caught a glimpse of a nondescript sedan parked not far away, with two figures sitting inside without making a sound. It seemed they were trying to avoid causing her embarrassment and just sat there quietly. She did not feel like greeting them.
You Mingxu had not been home for a long time. Upon opening the door, she was greeted by the smell of dust accumulated over time. In her hand, she carried only a simple luggage bag.
She tossed the bag onto the floor, collapsed onto the sofa, and closed her eyes for quite a while before she got up to clean.
The house was neat, and not very spacious, so she quickly tidied it up. She glanced at the empty room that used to belong to Yin Feng, and finally returned to her bedroom, collapsing onto the bed.
The curtains were half-drawn, casting a dim and lifeless light on the chilly room.
