When Dong Huiying returned, she saw the obedient and quiet Xiao Hua sitting beside Shu Yu's pillow.
Shu Yu was turned away from her, seemingly still asleep.
Dong Huiying lay on the bed with her clothes on, remaining sleepless for quite a while.
Not until dawn approached did she sigh lightly and close her eyes.
Shu Yu had already been awake; since midnight, she left, and he woke up. People are truly strange sometimes; despite the disdainful face he usually showed toward this woman, things that once weighed on his mind gradually became less significant.
He thought he must be a petty man; otherwise, he wouldn't have hated her for so long over the wrongdoing she did in the past.
But he didn't know when a fresh image started to gradually cover the old shadows.
There is one thing that cannot be erased.
Between him and her, it wasn't anything intense or love at first sight; his slow affection wasn't like Shujun's fiery passion or Haoming and Yue Ning's innocence.
