On the verge of widowhood

When Bai Qing woke up, he was already home.

He sat up in a daze, he seemed to be planting flowers with Su Shengjin in the succulent clan yesterday, and woke up early this morning to see "Mona Lisa's Smile" painted by Bai Zi above his head.

Bai Qing grabbed his phone and looked at it. It was already ten o'clock in the morning, and there were still seven days before the New Year's Eve. He jumped out of the bedroom with bare feet and tentatively called, "Bai Zi?"

Bai Qing caught a glimpse of the person curled up on the sofa and suddenly covered his mouth.

The young man slept deeply, although his clothes were scattered and his body was covered with scars.

Bai Qing's breath stopped, and he stretched out his hand to cover a wound on Bai Zi's shoulder that was slowly healing. Bai Zi suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his hand, with a strong murderous intent flashing through his purple eyes.