The night had gotten very late.
When Qiaoqiao raised her head, her gaze fell on the dim yellow street lamp in the courtyard outside the window. The light drizzle was particularly clear under the lamp, and the droplets fell gently, almost like fog.
Just minutes ago, she had watched her daughter joyfully leap off of Chen Ziqian's bicycle in this misty rain. Her daughter walked into the house briefly, and when she came out, she had given him a basketball.
Qiaoqiao clearly remembered that basketball - it was a gift from Xize to Sisi.
She had thought Sisi liked basketball, but didn't know it was meant for Chen Ziqian.
Under the misty rain, her daughter was smiling, chatting, and when they parted ways, Chen Ziqian's reluctant gaze watched her. Qiaoqiao had seen it all.
