When Shen Qinglan got home, Fu Hengyi was already standing at the door waiting for her. Shen Qinglan was slightly startled, "Why are you standing at the door?"
"I was waiting for you," Fu Hengyi replied succinctly.
Shen Qinglan smiled, "Afraid I got lost?"
"Afraid you got drunk," Fu Hengyi said, seeing that she looked sober and feeling relieved.
Hearing this, Shen Qinglan chuckled, "I only had two sips tonight." She had just recovered from a serious illness, so she had merely had two sips symbolically—it wasn't even enough to fail a breathalyzer test.
Fu Hengyi wrapped his arm around her, "Hurry inside. It's cold out."
Shen Qinglan looked at him with a full smile, "If you knew it was cold outside, why were you waiting out here?"
Fu Hengyi smiled faintly, "I couldn't sleep anyway."
Fu Hengyi wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep; the little one at home was still awake too, sitting on the sofa, nodding off, clearly tired, yet unwilling to go to bed.
