A child...
Ye Xinjia's lips curved up slightly at the corners.
Tang Zhenghao, on the other hand, peeked over, a little scared.
Then he heard her reply gracefully, "Okay, I know, Mom."
After dinner, Ye Xinjia and Tang Zhenghao returned to their own room.
Ever since the day he sobered up from the alcohol, Tang Zhenghao had been terrified by his own "nonsense," and hadn't dared to say much to Ye Xinjia for the last couple of days.
And during these days, she had been unusually calm.
At first, he was somewhat relieved and thought it was good that way.
But gradually he realized something was off.
Ye Xinjia was too quiet!
It didn't seem like her at all.
Glancing at her again, Ye Xinjia had been quietly combing her hair since she returned to their room. The slightly curled long hair was combed over and over again.
In the mirror she faced, the woman's face was slightly pale, her expression calm, but her eyes were extremely dark, like the sky before a storm, ominous and dreadful.
