Wen Yang left after dinner without lingering too long.

Tomorrow he has an early shift, starting at seven, which means he needs to wake up around six, so he has to get to bed early tonight.

Ning Chu, feeling aimless, sat in the second bedroom in front of her computer, resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the screen.

She didn’t feel like writing.

In the morning, at Wen Yang’s apartment, she couldn’t focus on writing at all with the mess around the bed, and after returning home, the commotion continued until now. Even now, with everything quiet, …