"What can he give you?"
"I can give you everything he can, but why… did you leave?"
"We promised not to be apart," Xiao Yichen uttered each word slowly.
"Wan'er. I truly despise you."
Gradually, Xiao Yichen closed his eyes and slumped onto the wine cabinet, losing consciousness.
When he awoke, it was well past midnight. Xiao Yichen cradled his aching head and descended to the first-floor bathroom to freshen up. He then went to the dining room, consumed a few bites, and headed upstairs to rest.
After a shower, Xiao Yichen lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. Sleep eluded him. The familiar face kept flashing in his mind.
Throughout the day, he struggled not to dwell on her, but nighttime proved inescapable.
For five years, every single night, he had been an inescapable torment. He couldn't flee from her memory.
