Looking at Li Ruo curled up at the head of the bed, Ye Chen felt a pang of pity. Poor girl. Ye Chen covered her with the quilt, then drew the curtains. A pitch-black darkness, with a few street lamps adding some color to the Mountain and Sea Villa District.
Ye Chen sat in the living room smoking, a servant brought him a cup of tea. In this broken home, a home that has lost its male lead, the servants couldn't help but regard this man as the future son-in-law, the future male owner. The servant concernedly said, "Sir, here's some tea, try to smoke less, it's better for your health!"
"Thank you!" Ye Chen nodded and then extinguished the cigarette in his hand, the ashtray already had more than a dozen cigarette butts.
In the stillness of the night, the time had quickly turned to the early hours of the morning. Unknowingly, Ye Chen fell asleep on the sofa.
