Upon waking, the two locked eyes, a hint of awkwardness lingering in the mutual standoff between big eyes and small eyes.
In the end, neither broke the silence, as if an unspoken agreement propelled them to rise and go about their day as though nothing had ever happened.
Just after they finished washing up, Liao Feihu arrived.
The man looked worn out, sporting dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot sclera, and a faint smell of alcohol clinging to him.
Jiang Shouzhong understood the source of his weariness but couldn't find the words to console him.
At that moment, a graceful silhouette darted into the room.
It was Yun Zhu.
The girl's tear-swollen eyes betrayed that she had been crying recently. She charged toward Liao Feihu in a fury: "Brother Liao, did you already know that Father plans to marry me off to Lei Tian?"
Liao Feihu moved his lips but lowered his gaze in silence.
"I hate you!"
