The morning turned into night, but Zhiyuan couldn't sleep. He shifted in his bed for a long time, but the restlessness in his heart didn't let him rest at all. He turned to look at Xinyi who was sleeping by his side. They didn't talk much after they returned. Xinyi had no idea what to say to him and neither did Zhiyuan understand what to ask.
Zhiyuan sighed and got up. He quietly walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Xinyi slowly opened her eyes and stared at the empty space ahead. She turned and saw the other side of the bed empty.
"If he just sees you as your friend then why would he be affected or shocked so much?"
Xinyi faintly smiled. She knew Zhiyuan more than herself. What Caihong implied could never be true. That sad reality was already etched into her heart.
"He doesn't want you back, Caihong, I know that. But he doesn't want me either. Not the way that I wish…"
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