They chatted for a long time, talking about their childhoods and Chi Jingming's troublemaking past. By the time Chi Jingxuan felt he had finally said everything on his mind, the sky outside was already turning pale with dawn.
Thankfully, it was the weekend, so there was no need to get up early for Dijing. Qin Yuji patted Chi Jingxuan's face, "Alright, can we finally get some good sleep now?"
She pulled Chi Jingxuan to lie back down, then got out of bed and checked the nursery before returning to the bedroom, curling up in Chi Jingxuan's arms to sleep.
Soon enough, both of them were breathing evenly.
At the same time, in a dark, dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts, Shen Qingkong was awakened by bone-chilling cold.
As she opened her bleary eyes, all she could see was darkness, and the air was filled with the cold, damp stench of mildew. Shen Qingkong thought she was dreaming.
But the biting cold beneath her and all around her reminded her that this was no dream.
