Actually, after taking a nap, Yun Qiluo had almost forgotten about being neglected by Yan Yan in the past two days and the anger before sleep.
She stood on the room's carpet, looking at him through the glass door for a long while, still feeling heartache.
Simply opened the door and walked towards him.
Yan Yan was halfway through smoking when he heard a faint sound from the glass door and looked up.
All he saw was a small figure rushing towards him.
He paused, afraid of burning her, instinctively moving the cigarette aside.
This movement just happened to spread his arms, and the young girl immediately took the opportunity to dive into his embrace.
Reaching out to hug him, burying her face into his chest.
She then lifted her head, her eyes black and white, still bright in the dim light.
"Beautiful woman, why are you here alone?"
Yan Yan's hand paused slightly, holding the cigarette, facing the young girl's clean yet slightly sleepy face.
For a moment, he seemed a bit dazed.
