That night, Qian Meigui returned to Song mansion with Ren. On the way, they were both quiet until Song Ren commented, "You've been hanging out with Sheng for an awfully long time."
Looking out the window, Qian Meigui answered, "Mhm, yes."
Song Ren chuckled, "I'm sorry then. I know you would rather do something else than spend time with him."
Qian Meigui smiled grimly and shook her head, "not at all."
That night Qian Meigui went back to her bedroom, and everything was in the same place as she left it. The only thing that felt different was that the room was cold, and Song Sheng was not across the hall. No sounds of him coming home late in the evening, no immersed conversations, or him waiting for her to wake up, informing her of a long day ahead.
She sighed deeply as she fell on the bed, wondering what she could do. After a moment, Qian Meigui rose and turned on her desk lamp. She began to work hard until she felt sleepy; that was what kept her mind occupied.
