This day was destined not to pass in calm.
Even under the joint comfort of Hua Yunliang and Yu Xiaowan, Ye Feifei could hardly dispel the gloom in her heart. Everyone simply tacitly avoided touching on these sensitive topics, using silence as a mask.
Thus, there was even less need to mention Bei Lingfeng, who had already left in a blaze of anger. However, Bei Lingfeng had long become accustomed to suppressing himself, locking all those negative emotions deep within his heart, pretending they didn't exist.
When night fell once again, he dragged his weary body back to the Bei Residence alone, using exhaustion as his anesthetic.
In such quiet Dark Night, so lonely and unspeakably empty, bleak and dimly drifting, Bei Lingfeng sat alone by the sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, silently smoking, blowing rings of smoke.
