C153 Fight

It was already deep into the night.

Zhang Yanzhen walked to the window and drew the curtains. Several lamps stood alone in the garden downstairs, casting round umbrellas on the path.

He looked at it for a moment, then pulled the curtain tight.

Zhao Yilin turned around. She was curled up under the blanket with her eyes closed and her brows furrowed. Apparently, she was not asleep