Qin Minglang hugged Li Huanhuan and went directly back to his home.
Shasha and Xia Ka have arrived at Qin Minglang's house.
Qin Minglang made the call.
At the beginning, none of the three people spoke. Shasha stood in front of the door and watched Qin Minglang hugging Li slowly, with such gentle steps, as if he was caring for a fragile porcelain doll.
And Li Xuanyuan had fallen asleep, very quietly, nestled in Qin Minglang's arms.
That seat was the place she, Shasha, had longed for her whole life.
Shasha looked up at the way Qin Minglang looked at Li Huanhuan. That look was the look she wanted to see from Qin Minglang's eyes all her life.
Doting, affectionate, and distressed.
And with a hint of pity.
Qin Minglang hugged Li slowly and entered the bedroom.[
The room was dark, with no lights on. Qin Minglang noticed a hint of uneasiness in Li Ruanhuan, and then stopped.
He whispered to Shaka who was following behind him: "Shaka, turn on the light!"