The afternoon slowly passed and the evening came, the quiet bedroom on the second floor, overlooking the street, slowly turned darker and darker. Yu Qingyu lay on his back, observing how the ceiling changed its color, from creamy white, to very dark gray, almost black. He knew it was about time for him to finally get up…
Despite spending the whole day in bed, he was still extremely tired. With so much on his mind, he couldn't sleep. After the two nights with the ghosts, his nerves were all worn out and frayed. His whole body hurt. His boyfriend was a (terribly mutilated) ghost. He had a difficult haunting case to solve. And his body was demanding nicotine…
But nothing would be solved by staying in bed, except perhaps his lack of sleep. With a heavy sigh, Yu Qingyu lifted himself up, and scrambled out of the bed. He grabbed a can from his energy drink stash, and finally left the room.
