Xu Weilai let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the light in the room was still off. Zuo An should still be fast asleep.
She softened her footsteps when she entered the room and closed the door gently behind her. When she was making her way towards the bed, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the sofa, "Weilai, where did you go?"
Xu Weilai held her breath.
She stood frozen on the spot for a while before she stiffly turned her sights towards the sofa.
Zuo An had waken without her realization and was slowly sitting up. He reached out for the small table lamp on the coffee table beside the sofa and turned it on. The dim yellow light of the table lamp illuminated his gorgeous, gentle face. However, a sense of gloominess clouded his eyes.
