The moon hung in the sky, and the dependents' compound was deathly quiet.
Yang Fengxia waited until the two children were asleep before getting into bed. No sooner had she lain down than Lin Cheng, who had been lying flat, turned over, his back to her.
In the room, only the moonlight filtering through the window made it possible to vaguely discern Lin Cheng's silhouette. Though they were husband and wife sharing the same bed, it felt as if they were separated by vast mountains and rivers.
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