In the middle of the night, Zhong Lingling heard intermittent knocking sounds, sometimes intense, sometimes faint, as she drifted in and out of sleep.
Zhong Lingling lazily opened her eyes, having cried all day and been hungry for the entire day, making her body feel extremely weak.
She had only just barely fallen asleep when she was awoken by the noise.
Thinking of Luo Xuanyu's death made her heartache unbearable.
"Which bastard is knocking at this ungodly hour!" muttered Zhong Lingling, who couldn't help but curse due to the recent setbacks she'd faced.
Groping in the dark, she turned on the light, pulled on a random coat in the dead of winter, and left her room.
She thought, who could it be at this late hour? Could it be her father, who had gone to S City, returning home unexpectedly because Xiang Yimo had changed the locks and he didn't have the key?