Looking up, the room above was still lit with a faint light.
Very faint, very soft - it was her habit for sleeping. She was afraid of the dark, so every night, she always liked to leave a tiny lamp on.
The light was weak enough not to irritate the eyes but still made it possible to see everything clearly.
His little creature, such a tiny person with an equally tiny heart, why at such a young age did she have to face so much?
Why, why did it have to be her?
His large palm tightened, gripping firmly before releasing and climbing the water pipe.
Mu Xiaojiu's long legs took a stride, and in the blink of an eye, he was steadily standing on the balcony of that second-floor room.
The little creature hadn't locked the French window, as if it were specifically left easy for him to break in just like that.
Mu Xiaojiu stepped inside, gently pulling the French window closed along with the curtains.
He walked to the bedside and, just like every time before, stood quietly watching her.
