That night, Shi Annuo lay on his bed, but he just couldn't fall asleep. He knew that everything Wen Zhaozhao had told him today came straight from the heart.
He would think it over carefully, and he was indeed thinking, which is why he kept tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Later, he forced himself to stop thinking, his thoughts jumbled and beyond comprehension. It was better to just sleep. Whoever he thought of first upon waking would certainly be the one he wanted to spend his life with.
The next morning, as soon as Shi Annuo opened his eyes, the rust-flowered brocade curtains came into view, and the morning light slipped through the gaps, casting a glow across the room.
Shi Annuo stood in front of the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked out at the city, picturesque under the morning sun, then took a deep breath.
