The last trace of daylight disappeared, and the whole earth was shrouded in darkness.
Bai Xiao was already asleep. Ye Huang watched over her by the bedside, busy, occasionally turning to look at Bai Xiao.
"Dad..."
A barely audible murmur arose, and Ye Huang turned his head.
Bai Xiao wasn't awake; she was talking in her sleep, her eyebrows tightly knit together. She was restless even in her dreams.
Ye Huang reached out to touch her forehead, gently smoothing her brow, again and again. Only when she calmed down did he continue working.
.........
Hai An City, below the emperor's foot.
A black luxury car slowly approached and stopped in front of a villa named "Qing Garden." The driver quickly ran to the back to open the door, respectfully saying, "Young master, we're here."
The person in the car emerged, slender and fair, it was Qing Jian.
He was dressed in a formal black suit and white shirt, with his hair meticulously combed, his expression solemn.
The boy had grown up.
