Qin Mengying had wanted to ask if she still loved Leng Sichen, but eventually, she shook her head and dismissed the thought.
This question was really meaningless. How could such a deep, all-consuming love be summarized by such a simple question, a simple "love" or "don't love"?
"Wow, it's so late already!" Xia Yuxun glanced at the time on her phone, then patted her buttocks and stood up, "Enough talking, I'm off to spend time with my Xiaobai!"
Qin Mengying yawned, "Go ahead! I'm going to sleep too."
After several days of worry, she could finally have a good night's sleep.
When Xia Yuxun entered the room, she saw Xiaobai, engrossed in drawing and writing on the table.
"Xiaobai, what are you doing? Why aren't you asleep yet?" It was almost nine o'clock, yet Xiaobai hadn't come to her for his bedtime story as usual, which she found odd.
