"Uh..."
Beige wasn't a heavy sleeper, the slightest increase in volume from the TV would startle her awake, and opening her eyes groggily, she was surprised to see Ji Anning standing by her side.
Rubbing her eyes, she languidly sat up, "Miss Anning, why are you up so early?"
"You... why are you sleeping on the couch?" Ji Anning asked, puzzled.
Beige smiled, "These past two years with the boss drinking so often, I've gotten used to it."
After saying this, she raised her arms, stretching, and then looked at Ji Anning, "Now that you're awake, Miss Anning, I'll head back; I still have work during the day."
'These past two years with the boss drinking so often...'
With every detail Ji Anning learned about Ji Chicheng's life these past two years, her heart ached anew.
Beige's words echoed in her ears, and she sat dazed for a while; by the time she came back to her senses, Beige was already at the door. Watching her, Ji Anning suddenly felt a twinge of guilt, a touch of heartache.
