It was past three in the afternoon when Song Xiaodong finally woke up.
A pleasant fragrance lingered on the blanket, and there were a few strands of hair on the pillow.
Song Xiaodong sat up in bed, taking in Qiao Yutong's bedroom.
He had been here once before, although things didn't go as planned.
The sun was setting, with rays peeping through the curtains and casting a sparkle on the crystal ball on Qiao Yutong's bedside table.
The wardrobe opposite the bed was slightly ajar, revealing neatly folded blankets and clothes inside.
In the massive apartment, only this wardrobe and this one bedroom had a hint of life to them.
For Qiao Yutong, her place was truly just for sleeping, not for living.
The work at the police station was Qiao Yutong's life.
As a police officer, one must always be ready to serve societal security, heed the call of duty at any time and place.
But after all, Qiao Yutong was still a girl, and you could spot Director Qiao's girlish side within her bedroom.
