Night once again fell.
Xu Xiuxiu had just finished helping Song Chengguang wash up, and she kept the lights on into the deep of night. Outside, insects chirped and birds called, creating a tense and fearsome atmosphere indoors. Song Chengguang had fallen asleep early, lulled by her, now snoring softly and cutely flipping over in his sleep. The room was very quiet. She was the only one awake, watching as time slowly crept toward dawn, and only then did Xu Xiuxiu take a deep breath, turn off the light, and go to sleep.
The bedroom became even quieter after the light was off. Xu Xiuxiu lay quietly on the wooden bed, her gaze fixed tense on the unsafe door, worried and scared that someone might sneak in.
Time slowly passed, and it was so prolonged that Xu Xiuxiu began to doubt Song Yuanhuan's judgment; her eyelids grew heavy due to her habitual sleep schedule.
Suddenly—