Ji Anning's hands were draped over the man's back, one hand lower down, absent-mindedly caressing an uneven spot.
"You must have stories too, don't you?" she asked. "Do your scars have anything to do with them?"
She asked many more questions and said a lot of inconsequential things, but received no response.
Gradually, she let down her guard, relaxed, and listening to the man's breathing, she fell asleep unaware.
When she woke up, it was already the next morning, and the man was no longer by her side.
Seeing the time, she hurriedly got out of bed, went to the bathroom to quickly wash up, changed into her clothes, and came out.
Her phone had been ringing at some point and was still ringing.
She walked over and glanced at the caller ID. It was Ji Jingfeng, and her heart skipped a beat.
She adjusted her composure and then picked up the phone, answering with a guilty 'hello'.
