The evening sky had descended quietly, unnoticed.
After returning home from the company, Li Hanxian was greeted by Miaomiao and Qinqin who ran to him like little butterflies, looking up and saying, "Daddy, can we go see Mommy tomorrow? I really miss her."
As Miaomiao said these words, her eyes were red and swollen with tears brimming, "I don't know why, but I miss Mommy so much."
Even if Li Hanxian wanted to refuse, he didn't have the heart to do so. He furrowed his brows, nodded in agreement, then soothed Miaomiao and Qinqin's emotions.
Only then did Miaomiao and Qinqin stop crying, wiping their tears as they obediently went upstairs to sleep.
He sat on the couch smoking, his brows furrowed with an anguish that wouldn't dissipate.
After a while, he couldn't hold back any longer and took the initiative to call Rong Shengsheng, yearning to hear her voice, to speak a few words.
But, the phone was switched off.
He couldn't get through at all.
