The night was deep, in the room.
Xu Musen sat on the sofa, watching Yao Mingyue, who at the moment was curled up on the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.
She no longer possessed any of the arrogance or assertiveness of the past.
Outside, the wind was fierce, carrying with it the fallen twigs and leaves of autumn, each time they slapped against the window, they made Yao Mingyue tremble.
It was as if she had returned to that despairing night many years ago.
Watching her, Xu Musen's heart also felt heavy. If it had been his own father who hadn't made it through that night, perhaps he wouldn't be much better off than Yao Mingyue now.
Looking at the girl's trembling body, she had already been feeling unwell today, and now she had stood at the door for who knows how long, dressed only in her thin nightgown.
Just as Xu Musen stood up and was about to step out—
Yao Mingyue, as if frightened he would leave, immediately attempted to get up in a flurry to grab him.
