It was already late at night, and the sky was already covered with a layer of darkness. It was quiet outside, and only a few wisps of moonlight slipped in through the window.
Fu Shang slept very soundly that night.
The door lock suddenly turned, which was a bit scary in the quiet night.
The door was pushed open.
The person's footsteps were slow and unhurried, and he finally stopped in front of Fu Shang's bed.
Through the clear moonlight.
The man's handsome face became clear at this moment. His eyes were like an abyss as he stared at the woman sleeping on the bed. There was a turbulent undercurrent in his eyes.
Sheng Xiao suddenly smiled.
How could he really let her leave alone ...
It had only been a little more than ten days, but he felt like every day was like a year. In the days when he could not see her, it was as if countless ants were gnawing at the bottom of his heart.
He missed her.
He was going crazy.