Chapter 457 - That was Uncle (2/2)

Rainy had been like this since she was young. Perhaps, it was because she had not had a decent meal when she was young, and that led to her not being able to feel hungry. If she was, she would cry. As a mother, it could be a dilemma.

”Mommy, I'm sleepy.” Rainy rubbed her eyes and reached out for her mother to carry her.

Xia Ruoxin scooped her daughter up with one hand. When she held Rainy in her arm, she realized the little girl had gained weight again.

”Mommy, Dolly.” Rainy bit her little thumb. She wanted Dolly which meant she must be feeling sleepy.

Xia Ruoxin found Dolly on the sofa. She put it in her daughter's arms and tucked her in bed. She wasn't feeling tired, and so she took her sketchbook and started working.

Just this month alone, she had earned quite a decent amount of money—over five thousand dollars. In the past, her monthly salary was about one thousand dollars. They had to eat, and she had to support Rainy who had the tendency to fall sick often. She would use up her monthly salary. Nowadays, she wasn't feeling too anxious because she had all this money; and there was also the job of her being an assistant at the art studio. She was able to provide for her daughter in abundance.

She wasn't sure how long she had been drawing, but when she looked up at the clock, it was almost midnight. She was preparing to sleep when she suddenly remembered that her computer was still turned on.

She moved the cursor, and the screen lit up. A blue light shone on her face. It was hurting her eyes.

She was about to shut it down when she realized that person was still online. Initially, she had been wondering if she should say hello to him; but when she remembered the time, she decided to forget about it. She shut her computer, tidied up the house, and prepared to go to bed.

Unknown to her, the man was in a daze as he stared at his computer screen at the other end. When that profile picture dimmed, so did his eyes.

He sighed softly as he leaned his back against his chair. He shut his eyes in exhaustion. He was reluctant, he really was. He was Chu Lui after all. Could he give up?

He stood up and went to the balcony. How many days was it? He allowed the late-autumn wind to blow at him. He had no idea when he started to develop this habit of letting the wind clear his thoughts. It was only during this time, he was able to calm himself down.

Sorry.

He wasn't sure who he was apologizing to or how many times he had said it.

However, who was there to tell him that everything was alright?

After a whole night out in the wind, Chu Lui saw the sunrise which was rare for him. The sun was rising in the east, and the moment it rose out from the horizon, it tore day and night apart. The countless stars were disappearing from the eastern sky.

Perhaps he was tired, exhausted, and even worn out. However, there wasn't a night where he could sleep in peace. When night came, so would his desolation; and it would paint the night dark.

Eight o'clock in the morning. He put on his clothes and was out of the door. However, when he arrived in the office, he realized it was the weekend. His company didn't operate on weekends.

Nevertheless, he didn't know what else he could do at this moment other than work.

He buried his head on the steering wheel. In that split-second, he had no idea what was his motivation for living. It seemed a day had arrived for Chu Lui to look forward to death, and that his life was—in fact—dull.

Ha. He laughed, but there was moisture at the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the weakness he felt earlier had been perfectly hidden.

”Mom, I'm back.” He opened the door, unsurprised to see both of his parents were present. They knew their son would be coming back today, and so Song Wan bought a lot of food to cook a feast for her son.

Chu Lui changed into his slippers and came into the living room. He helped Song Wan put the numerous plates of food on the table. They sat as a family, but right now, they had nothing to say to each other.