On the second morning, Ling Fei woke up in the arms of Song Tian Mo.
Her head was pillowed on Song Tian Mo's arm.
The two people were facing each other.
Song Tian Mo's other arm was gently wrapped around her waist.
The curtains in the room were not drawn, and the bright daylight outside could be seen at a glance.
The sight of the luxurious purple curtains made Ling Fei pause, then she remembered, this was not the Park Imperial apartment, but the Presidential Suite in Bishui Haoting.
She did not return home last night.
And by noon today, she would be on a plane leaving.
Heading to the United States.
She would likely not return before the New Year.
Song Tian Mo had to stay at the company. Although he had said before that he would come to see her, the New Year was nearing, and his parents and Old Master Song were all at the villa. Whether he could really come was uncertain.
It would probably be a long time before she could see Song Tian Mo.
Ling Fei blinked.