The oppressive atmosphere enveloped the hearts of the two.
Lan Rong didn't know what to say, all he knew was that he had made a big mess.
And Jiang Jinran didn't mind making the mess even bigger...
Zhou Jingwei came back very early that evening, he saw Cheng Weiyue curled up on the sofa, flipping through a thick book.
The light was dim, he sighed softly and turned up the brightness before walking towards her.
Cheng Weiyue hadn't actually absorbed a single word of the book, so much so that when the book was taken from her hands, she was jolted back to reality as if awakening from a dream.
"Jingwei..."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing..."
Zhou Jingwei caressed the spine of the book, but his gaze rested on her face.
For a moment, the movements of his hands stopped, and he walked away.
When he came back, he had a cup of hot water in his hand, "It's quite cold today."
Cheng Weiyue took it and replied with a "Mhm."
"Have Lan Rong and the others left?"
