It was already midnight.
Su Muyao's voice came through to the outer room, just as Lin Ling had placed the white-haired wig onto his own head.
He didn't speak, and after putting it on, he continuously stroked and groomed the white hair with his hands.
Wrinkles slowly appeared on his originally smooth, youthful cheeks, and crow's feet formed at the corners of his eyes...
"Darling?" Su Muyao felt very tired and didn't want to get up. Lying in bed, she called out again.
Before long, the bare-chested silhouette of Lin Ling entered the inner room. As he moved, his hands remained still, and his steps were unnaturally stiff.
Sensing Lin Ling's presence, Su Muyao said, "Hurry up and get into bed. We need to get up early tomorrow. Don't catch a cold."
With that, she closed her eyes.
At this moment, Su Muyao was overcome with sleepiness, barely able to keep awake.
Yet after she spoke, there was no response.