The night was deep.
Netherworld, Wushuang City.
The news of three Primordial Demons of the Underworld being eradicated had spread throughout Wushuang City, so even at this hour, there were citizens in the bustling areas still celebrating the event, creating a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.
However, inside the room of Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao, there was a bleak and quiet air.
Although Chen Hao was busy taking care of a child and seemed normal, Ye Yuqiao could sense that he was actually quite sad.
When Chen Hao turned off the lights and lay on the bed, turning his back to Ye Yuqiao, she suddenly leaned close to him from behind and whispered in his ear, "Honey, I know you're very upset. If you want to vent, just vent, don't always keep it bottled up inside."
Chen Hao did not respond but turned around after a while to face Ye Yuqiao, looking at her eyes tender as water, hesitating to speak.
