The assistant nodded and stepped back, allowing Qin Weijian to collect his thoughts.
He must have mistaken it, it must be...
For these people, tonight was destined to be sleepless.
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Deep in the night, in suite number one.
When Qin Zhiyou woke up, the woman next to him was still asleep.
Qin Zhiyou carefully placed her arm back under the blanket, made sure her quilt corner was tucked in, and the delicate lady continued to slumber, furling her brows in her dreams as if protesting in discontent.
Such a delicate lady she was. Even though her temperament had become softer and she had become stronger than her past, on the surface, she had long forgotten the pains of her past.
Yet, she did not forget about Qin Zhigu. She had come to accept herself. Or rather, accepting herself wasn't what was wrong, but it was his identity as a "husband" and "family member" that she accepted, not as a lover.