501. Happiness is so simple

The lights in the living room were dimmed by him as he sat beside Qiao Xu.

At this moment, he realized that the peace and happiness he had been fixated on since childhood were actually quite simple.

Yet, this simplicity was destroyed by him, and his simple desires became elusive luxuries.

After an unknown period of time, Qiao Xu, lying on the sofa, let out a muffled groan and moved uncomfortably a few times.

Lu Moqing came to his senses and saw Qiao Xu propping herself up from the sofa with one hand, her head, pressing on her throbbing temples, and her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Xuxu, how are you feeling?"

The familiar voice, with a touch of faint worry, passed by Qiao Xu's ear, causing her to pause as she rubbed her temples.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze falling into Lu Moqing's deep, black pupils filled with anxiety.

The dim light in the living room faintly illuminated her reflection in the depths of his eyes.