Standing at the door, taking a deep breath and wiping the tears off his face, Jiang Xiaoyu pushed the door into the room.

The headlights in the living room are on. Usually they are not back until 10:30. But at this time, she was sitting on the sofa and saw Jiang Xiaoyu coming in. Her face was obviously relieved.

"Wait for me... Is there anything wrong? Jiang Xiaoyu didn't want to be friends with her or to have an intersection with her, but in this room she always looked up without looking down, or asked politely.

When she stood up, there was much less resentment towards her: "I thought you...