The next morning, Leng Lingxiao arranged his work and immediately went to Building 29.
He wanted to spend more time with Tang Xiaowan.
"Tangtang, are you awake yet?"
"If you don't speak up, I'm coming in."
"Tangtang, it's me, Huahua."
Leng Lingxiao knocked on the door several times, but no one answered. Finally, he had to push the door and enter, only to see Tang Xiaowan sitting quietly beside the vanity.
She was still wearing the same clothes from when they had parted the day before.
A diary, a Nanhong Hunting Knife, and some personal documents and photos were placed beside her.
"Tangtang, what happened? Didn't you hear me knocking? Why are you sitting here? Did you not sleep well last night?" Leng Lingxiao glanced at the vanity and asked anxiously.
Actually, the one who hadn't slept well was himself, or rather, he hadn't slept at all.
"Is the wound not inflamed?"
"No, it's fine. What about you?"
