I don't know how long it had been, but Ling Momo was extremely tired and weary. She slowly closed her eyes, her lips gently curving into a smile before she allowed herself to fall asleep.
Enson lay there, holding his Qingcheng, feeling that the world was truly at peace, wishing that time could stop right there.
The next day, when Ling Momo woke up, Enson had already left as usual.
She first felt bewildered, then a sense of loss, and soon after, she couldn't help but smile again as she gazed at the messy bed.
Ling Momo returned to the villa at five in the afternoon.
The villa was very quiet. She skillfully entered the password and stepped inside.
As usual, Ling Momo went straight to the music room on the third floor, instinctively going to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, only to find that Li Qingshen was not there. Ling Momo frowned, filled with suspicion. Could Li Qingshen still not have returned?
