Troubled by his unrelenting insomnia, Yue Tingfeng could only reflect on the roots of what had been bothering his mind. He thought of nothing at first—there was not a single thing that tugged at his heartstrings. However, there was a worry. An anxious worrying that had been the cause of his insomnia. Unrelenting, weighing down, and echoing ever so loudly at the back of his mind. He had no way of venting his frustrations, thus he drowned himself in work. However, the very unfortunate Jin Xuechu came to him and gave Tingfeng an outlet to vent out his emotions.
Yue Tingfeng had not visited Yan Qingsi lately, nor did he even thought about it. He felt inferior to have himself submit to Yan Qingsi entirely. He previously felt unmanly enough to show up and visit her. This time, he felt different and would not do the same again.
