Tang Yuzhou let out a silent sigh, then turned his head to look out the window, a meaningful smile tugging at his lips.
When she left, she seemed to take away every warm hue in his life with her, leaving behind nothing but murky darkness.
Only after a long time did he restart the engine, driving off and leaving a trail of exhaust in his wake.
...
Su Jia went upstairs and then quietly opened the door.
Every one of her movements was cautious, as if afraid of waking the man who should be sleeping soundly inside.
When she pushed the door open and entered, there was no light inside. It was no different from when she'd gone out earlier, pitch-black to the point where she couldn't see her own hand.
Seeing that there was no one in the living room and the bedroom lights were off as well, the heart that had been hanging in Su Jia's chest finally dropped.
