Commander Huo, My Condolences

When Gu Qingmo saw Gu Qingjiu come back home safely, his frown relaxed. "You're back? Rest earlier, then. Mom and the rest are already asleep."

After that, Gu Qingmo walked towards the toilet before he stopped, as if recalling something. "Oh yea, Xiaoxi's sleeping on your bed."

Gu Qingjiu nodded.

There was only one guest room in her house which her Great Aunt and husband had already occupied. Their children, on the other hand, naturally shared rooms with the rest.

Gu Qingmo looked like he wanted to ask something, but he paused. Without saying anything, he left.

Gu Qingjiu did not stop him either and instead tiptoed back to her own room.

Gu Xiaoxi was already sleeping soundly on her bed.

She wasn't the kind who tossed and turned a lot in her sleep.

She slept steadily at the side of the bed, and she was using her two tiny arms as her pillow. The little gilr looked orderly even when sleeping.