It wasn't until the sky lightened that she, with eyes too tired to stay open, was finally released by his kindness.
The black and white master bedroom bed was a mess, with the scent of passion lingering in the air, unfading.
Huo Jingting got up from the bed and opened a gap in the window, letting in the still chilly morning breeze, which softened the ambiance of the room.
He stood by the window for a while, the cool wind tousling his neat short hair, and he looked up at the sky turning the color of dawn, with specks of light shimmering in his eyes.
That night, any joy he had was shattered by a phone call from the Fu Family. Nanqiao had left midway, and his heart was filled with anger. It took him a long time to return to the private room, and he didn't talk much, just quietly drinking in a corner by himself.
