After work, Fu Lingfeng had dinner outside and returned home late at night.
Qin Jiaran was still awake, sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting for him. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned to look, "Why did you come back so late?"
Fu Lingfeng's brow showed signs of fatigue. Instead of answering, he asked, "You're still awake?"
"I'm waiting for you."
He remained unmoved by her attempt to please him, "You should sleep; I'm going to the guest room."
With that, he turned and headed towards the guest room.
Qin Jiaran looked at his back, her eyes misty with forced tears, "Is it that you won't even say a few more words to me now?"
Fu Lingfeng paused but didn't turn around, "There's nothing to say."
Between them, there was no longer any possibility.
Qin Jiaran stood up from the sofa, "I warmed a cup of milk for you, drink it before sleeping."
The words of refusal were on Fu Lingfeng's lips, but she preempted him, "Is this simple request too much to ask?"
