At eleven o'clock at night, Ye Family.
In the guest room, Tang Wanjun had the light on, sitting back against the headboard, arms crossed, her posture relaxed.
Thinking of Chi Zaozao, he couldn't sleep.
Chi Zaozao hadn't changed, she was ill.
It seemed like she didn't remember certain things.
At that moment, the door to the guest room was gently pushed open.
He turned his head and saw a woman in her pajamas, moving lightly as she walked in.
Looking up, their gazes met, you looking at me, me looking at you, silence lingered for a long time, neither of us initiating speech.
Eventually, it was Qing Er who broke the silence, still with a hint of resentment in her voice. Pouting, she asked him, "Are you not planning on talking to me?"
Tang Wanjun's face clouded over; thinking of Chi Zaozao made his heart ache even more.
Now, seeing Qing Er approach him to talk, his mood improved slightly.
He gestured for her to come over.
