Tao Wanxin had become drowsy since her pregnancy, and was usually ready for bed not long after dusk.
She had just blown out the lamp and closed her eyes when she heard a rustling sound at the door.
Tao Wanxin feigned sleep. Hearing the deliberately softened footsteps, her eyelashes twitched.
For countless days and nights, she had longed for him to visit. So, the moment he stepped into the inner chamber, she knew who had come to Jinmo Residence just from the sound of his footsteps.
The sound of breathing came from just outside her bed curtains, followed by the soft clinking of the beaded screen being lifted.
Beneath the quilt, Tao Wanxin's hands nervously clutched the sheets.
A warm palm cupped her face.
Zhao Minghong's thumb gently caressed her cheek. Tao Wanxin's fingers gradually relaxed, and she began to feel drowsy again.
As she drifted off, she heard his voice, so low it sounded like a sigh.
"Wanyin… what am I to do?"
His tone was filled with regret and anguish.
