The night scene tonight is shrouded in mist.
When Tang Si drove home, the fog still hadn't cleared.
The man walked upstairs, fished out the key, and opened the door.
The smell of dust greeted his nose, and when the light was turned on, the room was empty and silent.
Tang Si's lips parted slightly. Seeing the scene inside the room, he paused for a moment.
It was as if he had thought of something and suddenly smiled.
He casually tossed the keys onto the table, entered the room, kicked up his feet, and casually closed the door with a hook.
It's been a long time since he first came back after his falling out with Song Yi.
He sat on the sofa, and his entire body relaxed instantly.
His hair was messy, unkempt, and his clothes were somewhat wrinkled.
His peach blossom eyes had a faint blue tint.
Exhaustion filled his eyes, and his heart felt heavy and apprehensive.
With a slight closing of his eyes, the man's fatigue enveloped him, too tired.
