Lin Gantang had stayed at home for two days, and as she got out of bed, she couldn't help thinking who was helping Wen Yanqing squeeze his toothpaste, who was picking out fish bones for him during meals, and whether Yi Qian had filled a cup of water for him to quench his thirst at work.
Even in her sleep, she would turn over and reach out to the empty space beside her, before remembering that he wasn't there.
Lin Gantang had grown used to Wen Yanqing's presence, used to a life with him in it.
She would occasionally get annoyed with him, but more often, she missed and felt sorry for him.
It was good to be still for a while, to really contemplate, to better understand what her heart truly desired.
At the Wen residence.
