Chi Yue's mind was still unsettled, but the door had silently closed tight. Under the dim lights, the door was shrouded in shadows. Streaks of neon from the hallway occasionally swept over it, silent and still, as if nothing had ever happened. Standing still and listening, there was a faint sound of singing coming from inside, off-tune and howling like a ghost...
"What's wrong?" Wang Xueya raised her drunken eyes, half-leaning on Chi Yue, and squinting, she asked her, "What are you looking at?"
Chi Yue withdrew her gaze, "It's nothing, let's go."
"...I told you that you don't need to accompany me. Is it that you can't bear to part with your Elder Brother Qiao?" Wang Xueya leaned against her, muttering under her breath, and finally, seeing Chi Yue's expressionless face, suddenly sniffled a bit grievously, "Moonlight, you are getting married... I'll be all alone, I won't be your most beloved anymore..."
In her words, she was filled with dejection.
