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At this moment, the entire city was enveloped in a deep tranquility.
Yan Ye glanced at the time, then massaged his forehead with one hand while he closed the notebook with the other.
This was already the fifth consecutive day he had worked overtime until this hour.
Now, the only thing that could numb him, aside from work, was nothing at all.
There was a child at home; he couldn't smoke, nor did he dare to indulge in alcohol.
Xiaocheng had moved his pillow, blanket, and several beloved toys, piece by piece, into the master bedroom.
With no mother around, what else could he do but cling to his father?
If dad was also gone, what would be the point of his living?
After leaving the study, Yan Ye felt a severe dizziness.
Perhaps it was because of the recent excessive mental strain.
When he pushed open the bedroom door, he felt momentarily disoriented.
The lamp on his bedside table was on.
The light was turned down to its dimmest, casting an ambiguous orange glow.
