In front of Xia Yangyang, he had countless times disregarded his dignity.
He had done those immature things that only teenagers would do.
But what did he get in return?
Only Xia Yangyang's increased disdain and distance.
Gu Qichen spoke of giving up, spoke of wishing well.
But only he knew in his heart, he never truly wanted to let go.
And couldn't let go.
The pillow seemed to still hold her unique, faint fragrance.
A scent that brought tranquility to the mind.
A sudden wave of sleepiness washed over him.
Gu Qichen closed his eyes and fell asleep once more.
When he woke up, it was already nine.
Gu Qichen had never slept this long before.
At home, being able to get three hours of sleep each day was already a blessing.
Even with the help of medication, his sleep was heavy and fraught with endless nightmares.
But yesterday was different.
