The air quickly returned to silence.
The room was still filled with the scent of blood and the lingering aura of a man.
Xia Xiaonuan opened the window to its maximum without turning on the light, walking to the bedside table and picking up the phone under the moonlight.
She pressed the screen to unlock it, and the time was quietly displayed.
12:55 a.m.!
It was already midnight, and Nangong Yaoling still hadn't come back...not even a phone call.
A gust of wind blew past, and Xia Xiaonuan inexplicably shivered. She climbed onto the bed and covered herself with the blanket.
Lying in bed, she still felt cold.
Nangong Yaoling probably wouldn't come back, would he?
For some reason, she had been worried all night that he would suddenly return. Now that the matter was resolved, and Situ Yan had left, she should feel relieved, but there was an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.
