The night deepened unconsciously.
Mo Chuxi carried Yan Xinxin back to the room and gently laid her on the soft bed.
Watching her sleep peacefully under the warm light of the bedside lamp, his fingers gently traced the contours of her features.
"Don't be afraid, darling. It will be quick, it won't hurt."
Mo Chuxi murmured to himself, turning to fetch a box of tools.
He put on latex gloves, picked up the sterilized scalpel, and looked at the sleeping Yan Xinxin.
After a few seconds of inner struggle, he finally stretched the scalpel towards her…
The night was profoundly quiet.
Bright stars danced in the galaxy of the moonlit night, twinkling one by one, blinking in and out.
"Eighteen, ten... nine, twenty!"
Selena counted earnestly, finally not reverting back to one from eighteen.
When Xu Nuo finished reading and walked out of the study, he saw Selena seriously counting stars by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Her silhouette in the moonlight did not seem lonely or bleak.
