"I'm home—"
Jiangg Ning came in, gracefully kicking off her high heels. Her delicate feet slid into a pair of slippers, and she instantly felt them enveloped by the soft, plush lining.
Compared to the harsh confines of her heels, this was pure bliss.
"…"
Jiangg Ning flipped on the entryway light as she came in. A soft glow spilled into the room, but the living room remained dim. A hazy figure was sitting on the sofa, seemingly shifting to glance in her direction.
They didn't speak, remaining silent.
"Why are the lights off? I can't see a thing."
With a CLICK, Jiangg Ning switched on the living room lights as well. The sight of Jiangg Yao sitting on the sofa, her eyes red and swollen from crying, greeted her.
Her face was pale, her expression dejected, and the floor around her was littered with crumpled tissues.
Jiangg Ning stared at her, stunned, for a moment. Her cheerful mood vanished.
