As dusk fell and the clock approached six in the evening, the sky's colors gradually shifted from light blue to a deep azure, like a vast satin sheet unfurling under the call of night. The last rays of the sun lingered at the horizon, leaving a gentle golden hue that contrasted sharply with the rising silvery-white moon.
The streetlights began to light up one by one, like scattered stars, illuminating the way home for people.
Zhou Zhichong, Chenchen's father, wrapped up a busy workday with a hint of fatigue on his face and hurriedly drove back home.
"Ding!"
As the elevator doors slowly opened, Zhou Zhichong stepped out, and his gaze immediately fell on his front door. Through the gap in the stainless steel, he could faintly see the light inside.
He quickly walked towards the door, skillfully entering a familiar sequence of numbers.
With a "click" of the lock, the door gradually opened...
The familiar scent of home instantly greeted him, carrying a comforting warmth.
However.
