Tang Ming raised his hand to take the cup from her, "Good night!"
Watching her go upstairs, looking at her back, Tang Ming's fingers gently caressed the cup in his hand, and flames rose in his eyes.
He placed the cup on the coffee table and stepped upstairs.
In the bedroom, Seo Fei lay on the bed, pulled open the drawer, took out an old iron box, opened it, and looked at the letter inside.
"Zimo, we'll soon be able to be together!"
A wave of drowsiness rose, and she almost couldn't keep her eyes open. She casually placed the iron box next to her pillow, forgot to turn off the light, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.
A knock on the door sounded.
Seo Fei lay on the pillow, unresponsive.
The door lock turned gently, and the door, once locked, slowly opened. Tang Ming walked in slowly from outside, looking at Seo Fei's sleeping face under the light, and tightly closed the door behind him.
