Night.
Whether it was because of the fight they had, or the guilt lingering in their hearts, the two engaged in an exceptionally intense and in-depth conversation.
After the talk, He Fang soon fell into a deep sleep. Qin Guanglin sat up in bed quietly for a while, tenderly caressed her cheek, and then slipped out of bed.
Once the conflict under the bed was resolved, if there were still lingering doubts, another round of conversation in bed would usually settle everything completely.
The closest communication and interaction are always the best solution to problems—unless there really is no love left between the two, in which case nothing could save it.
He sneakily took out the drawing board from a corner, then gently closed the door behind him and turned on the lights in the living room, where Qin Guanglin began to paint.
