Zhao Yiming decided to check in to a nearby hotel before returning to his apartment. The place simply wasn't comfortable enough for two people—not to mention, he knew Su Meilin wouldn't feel safe there anymore.
After all, it was the same apartment complex where her husband had died. Too much had happened in the last twenty-four hours. She needed somewhere quiet, clean, and far away from those memories.
Before heading to their room, they stopped by a store and picked out some clothes. It was a short trip, mostly in silence, but a necessary one.
When they finally arrived at the hotel, the room greeted them with a spacious layout, soft lighting, and cool air.
The window revealed a sweeping view of the city skyline—bustling, but far away enough to feel peaceful.
The moment they stepped inside, Su Meilin let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the bed. Her limbs ached from sitting stiffly for hours at the hospital.
