Jiang Yi emerged from the restroom, her face flushed with shame.
When Wen Suihan handed her the sanitary napkin, she wished she could vanish into a crack in the ground.
The night grew deeper, and Wen Suihan had almost gone 48 hours without sleep, clear signs of fatigue etched on his face.
Wen Suihan asked if he should book another room for Jiang Yi, but she flatly refused.
Jiang Yi lay down on the bed before him, covering herself from head to toe with the quilt, "I'm asleep."
Wen Suihan laughed helplessly, lifted the other half of the quilt, and lay down beside Jiang Yi.
In the quiet suite, neither of them spoke again.
Already exhausted to the limit, Wen Suihan found himself surprisingly more alert.
The slight rustling of Jiang Yi against the quilt kept drilling into his ears.
Wen Suihan tried to divert his thoughts to work.
But five minutes later, he realized he couldn't focus on anything else at all.
