At one o’clock in the morning, after the siblings finished washing up, Qi Zhi prepared to coax Xiaxia to sleep.
Young children can't stay up late. The moment Xiaxia's head touched the pillow, she began to yawn. Her right hand carefully hooked around Qi Zhi's finger, and she gradually drifted into dreamland.
Qi Zhi glanced at the dozen or so missed calls on his phone. The cold light of the electronic screen illuminated his face, making his facial contours appear somewhat grim.