Ignoring the little noise outside, Shengling Yaojie pushed open the bedroom door. There was only a dark light in the room, and the vision was not very clear.

A few steps closer, he saw Qiujiayi lying in bed. She slept soundly and unconsciously.

So quiet and so... Alone.

Her face was flushed and she was breathing fast, and she looked uncomfortable.

Sheng Lingyao strode to the bedside and reached for her forehead. Her skin touched her hot forehead and her heart tightened fiercely.

"Xiaoyi, I'm sorry, I'm late and I'm making you suffer!"

The tone is soft, like coaxing a child, even if she sleeps soundly, she can't hear his...