She had even changed the bedding.
The pale pink she loved was gone, replaced by the dark navy he had always used.
Everything had been returned to how it was before she had woken up.
The whole room felt exceptionally somber.
It radiated a sense of hopeless despair.
Xie Jinbai glanced around the room, a knot of frustration tightening in his chest.
He adjusted his hold on her and strode directly into the inner chamber.
Li Yong tactfully shut the door for him.
The door clicked shut just as he laid Cui Lingyao on the daybed.
Xie Jinbai stood by the bed, his gaze fixed on her, and asked, "Has your menstrual period come?"
"..." Cui Lingyao fell silent, then slowly shook her head. "Not yet."
"Wait," Xie Jinbai said.
With that, he turned and left.
The days were short and the nights long in winter, and the sky outside had already grown dark.
