Lin Yi parked the car and went upstairs with Angela in her arms.
The little girl was in a deep sleep, so Lin Yi could only carry her up.
She was old, and it was a little difficult for Lin Yi to carry her now.
They reached the 20th floor. Lin Yi stepped out of the elevator and caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing at the door from the corner of her eye.
She stopped in her tracks and looked over. There was indeed someone standing at the door of her house. His back was facing her, and she could not see his face clearly.
But his back looked very familiar.
As if he sensed someone behind him, the man turned around and looked at her.
Lin Yi got a good look at his face and was shocked. His face was covered in stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, and his shirt was slanted. He looked like a refugee who had just run out of a refugee's cave.
She did not know why he was here, nor did she know why he was like this.