Shen Liangnian stood from dusk until night fell, until the deep night arrived.
The whole building was eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of someone's pet dog barking.
The light in Jing Haohao's room finally dimmed at around ten o'clock.
Looking at the pitch-black window in front of him, Shen Liangnian felt as if his heart was darkening along with it.
Despite the heating in the night-time corridor, it was still chilling. Eventually, Shen Liangnian's hands and feet began to feel cold. His stomach started to feel uneasy. He took another dose of medication and waited until the early morning at two o'clock, believing that Jing Haohao had fallen deep asleep. Only then did he turn around and leave.
...
In the evening, Liang Chen made a phone call with Jing Haohao, but she didn't sound particularly spirited. She sounded somewhat listless. She went to bed before ten o'clock.
