Fei Chuan was stunned.
He had seen her room at night before, and Bei Sangyun always left a lamp on. So why was there no light this time?
"...Bei Sangyun?" His hoarse, weak voice was like a pin drop in the ocean—barely audible, quickly swallowed by the silence.
"Bei Sangyun." He called out louder, his voice cracking. He coughed, struggling to speak.
But there was still no response.
Fei Chuan heard something deeper in the room. As he walked closer, he found the source of the sound: it was the wind.
The balcony door was open, and the curtains were fluttering gently in the breeze, making a soft whooshing sound. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the bed just a few meters away.
It was empty.
Bei Sangyun wasn't there.
Fei Chuan turned on the lights, filling the room with brightness. He closed the balcony door, not wanting Bei Sangyun to feel cold when she returned.
