***
"Thank you, Dad."
Mai Xiaomai touched his shoulder with emotion, "Don't worry, I will be happy."
"As long as you are happy, that's good!"
Mai's father painfully stroked his daughter's shoulder, which had become much thinner, "Relax, you're a good girl, the happiness meant for you won't miss you by a hairbreadth."
"Mhm."
"Alright now, look at those dark circles under your eyes. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be better,"
Mai's father comforted her.
The reason Mai Xiaomai had developed the habit of sleeping whenever there was trouble was precisely because her father would often comfort her with these words.
Once back in her room and lying on her bed, she habitually turned on her phone to check WeChat.
Qiao Chutian was still not on her friends list.
She could only look at their joint picture to get her fix, then put down the phone, started pulling over the blanket, and covered her head to sleep.
