It was close to ten at night when Mo Feng returned.
Gu Nanqiao couldn't sleep and was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.
He closed the door and then put the keys into his pocket, "Pack your things. We're leaving tomorrow morning."
Gu Nanqiao gave him a glance, noticing his weary look, as if he were very tired.
He left early and returned late every day. She didn't know what he did all the time, but he always looked exhausted. Maybe he was encountering some trouble.
Gu Nanqiao pressed the remote control to turn off the TV and responded in a displeased tone, "Got it."
After speaking, she got up and returned to her room.
Mo Feng sat on the sofa for a while, then went upstairs to her bedroom door.
But he didn't go in. He just stared at her door in a daze. After a while, he took a cigarette pack from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
His thin lips slightly pursed, the slender cigarette held between his long fingers, smoke rings spreading at his lips.
