When they returned home last night, it was past midnight. Summer Xue had been asleep for a long time with the caretaker hired by Xue Tian, and that was why the two men immediately went to their rooms without disturbing the little girl's rest.
Wen Xiang did go to his room last night, but instead of going straight to bed, he just grabbed his cigarette and lighter before heading to the front door of the house again. His long legs then carried him onto a swing hanging from a tree, and he rested his butt on it before starting to light his cigarette.
No matter how tired his body was, he still needed to smoke before going to bed so he could shake off the nightmare. He just sat on the swing with the cigarette between his index and middle finger, and his brown eyes would glance in one direction from time to time.
