Fu Tingyu turned his head to look at the time on his watch. It was almost eleven o'clock. The girl should already be sleeping at this time.
He let go of her and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."
Qin Shu was afraid that he would see her swollen eyes from crying. She turned her back to him and nodded. "Okay, don't stay up too late."
After saying that, she walked out of the study.
Fu Tingyu stood there, his dark eyes looking at the girl's thin figure disappearing at the door of the study.
After a long time, he looked away and walked to the desk. He sat down on the leather chair.
He rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair, his slender fingers supporting his chin. He looked at the fondant figurine on the right side of the desk.
His pale slender fingers reached under the base of the switch. The signal light that was the size of a bean lit up and the fondant figures began to dance.
