After a week of work, Su Lingzhi felt deeply exhausted, quietly lying in the courtyard, gazing at the serene night sky.
The mist over Beijing was dense, yet it could not obscure the brilliance of the full moon.
Perhaps because the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the moon in the sky was so bright and clear.
In the quiet solitude, her gaze gradually blurred and scattered.
As her eyelids closed, a warm, magnetic voice sounded, "Go to bed."
Su Lingzhi opened her eyes, surprised to see the person standing at the entrance of the courtyard, "Lili, you're back."
Although they shared the same bed this week, he left early and returned late every day, never seeing each other upon waking or sleeping. It was rare to see him return before ten today.
Fu Yinli stepped forward and lifted her horizontally from the rocking chair.
