Xia Yangyang got into the car.
But she sat in the car for a long time before leaving.
At night, Xia Yangyang lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She stared at the antique wall clock.
Time trickled away by the second.
Gu Qichen finally came back at one in the morning.
Xia Yangyang heard the sound of the bedroom door opening.
Xia Yangyang quickly closed her eyes.
Gu Qichen entered without turning on the light.
His footsteps were almost soundless.
But Xia Yangyang could feel him approaching her step by step.
Xia Yangyang pretended to be sound asleep.
She could even sense that Gu Qichen's gaze had fallen on her.
The scent of alcohol on him grew stronger and stronger.
Gu Qichen's eyes were indeed fixed on Xia Yangyang's face.
The room was dark.
But the curtains had not been drawn.
The moonlight tonight was splendid.
Through the moonlight,
Gu Qichen saw Xia Yangyang's sleeping face.
This face really hadn't changed at all.
