"Just wait a little longer," Huo Jingfeng's persistent heart made him insist on catching a glimpse of Jiang Shuya and Lele, even if it was just a silent, distant glance. No need for words. As long as he could see them, his heart would feel warm.
They had waited from the early light of dawn until the sun shone into the car, illuminating his face, but they still hadn't seen Jiang Shuya.
His brows were deeply furrowed, very tightly. He had been staring at the apartment entrance but had not seen Jiang Shuya and Lele emerge. She always took a taxi or the bus and would come out through this door. But now it was nine o'clock, the time Jiang Shuya usually went to work, and she still hadn't appeared. Today wasn't a weekend; she wouldn't allow herself to be late.
But why hadn't she gone to work?
Huo Jingfeng raised his hand to his chin, thinking hard, when suddenly a thought struck him, making his eyes shine, "Could she be sick?"
