After finishing all this, Xiao Mo sat in front of the window and poured himself a glass of red wine.
He didn't feel particularly sleepy, just a tad nostalgic that weaved through his heart.
This longing was like delicate silk threads, tenderly and densely wrapping around his heart. Gradually, it filled his chest.
The rich aroma of the red wine lingered at his nose; he sipped quietly, his gaze level as he looked straight out of the window.
The night was resplendent, the sky stained like ink; the surroundings were very quiet, the only sound was the whirring of the air conditioner, creaking gently.
He never had the habit of going to bed early, so after his bath, he continued to sit by the window, not working, just silently watching the night.
As the night deepened, the quieter it became.
After sorting out work in Y City, he didn't rush back to C City.
Enjoying the rare leisure, he stayed in Y City for a few more days, an opportunity to also keep an eye on Dr. Li.