Qiao Jing returned to the small villa in the middle of the night.
From a distance, looking towards the window of the room, the small villa was completely dark, with no lights on.
Qiao Jing thought, at this time, the family should be asleep.
However, as she stepped closer to the door, the night light at the entrance suddenly lit up.
With the help of the light, Qiao Jing realized that Wu Xirui was standing on the doorstep.
He was wearing a long black coat, hands in his pockets, with a slightly pale face from the cold, seeming to have been standing outside for a while.
This scene made Qiao Jing pause, her footsteps halting slightly.
At the same time, blurred images flickered in her mind.
It seemed like there was a man who often stood under the streetlight waiting for her...
Seeing Qiao Jing suddenly stop, Wu Xirui's face showed some confusion.
He stepped forward and found Qiao Jing seemed lost in thought.
"What's the matter? What are you daydreaming about?"
