Xiaocha came up to deliver the meal, the door was not closed, fearing to disturb the sleeping little one. She hesitated for a moment, then walked in without knocking.
Upon entering, she saw Jun Moyan sitting silently by the bedside, head lowered, motionless, and Xiaocha suddenly stopped in her tracks.
In the end, she did not go forward to disturb him, placed the meal on the hallway cabinet by the door, and quietly left.
As night deepened, Wu Garden fell silent, except for the patrolling bodyguards and gatekeepers, everyone seemed to have gone to sleep.
Yet Jun Moyan remained seated there, unmoving.
He seemed to have lost vitality, the whole person looked devoid of any life, even his eyelashes took a long time to flutter.
The meal was already cold, and tears began to accumulate one by one on the back of his hand.
He just sat there like that until dawn.
The whole night, he did not make a sound, but the sadness and loneliness were so intense.
