By the time she got home, it was already midnight. An Ji had gone to bed early, but he had left a light on for her.
The living room light was still on, giving An Ruo a sense of warmth as soon as she returned.
Xiao Ji was the sole warmth in her heart. For his sake, she had to remain strong and carry on.
After taking a hot shower in the bathroom and putting on dry pajamas, An Ruo dried her hair and finally fell into a deep sleep, but she didn't sleep well that night.
In her dreams, Tang Yuchen's demonic face kept appearing in her mind, unshakable, like a nightmare.
The next day, An Ruo went to work not feeling very spirited.
A few assistants noticed her pale complexion and advised her to take a day off to rest, but An Ruo just smiled, shook her head, and declined their kind offer.
She had only started working a few days ago, so how could she feel comfortable asking for time off? She really needed the job and didn't want to lose it.
