Jing Haohao ran off the overpass, stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi. She clumsily climbed in, and instantly felt drained and weak.
Once Jing Haohao got home, her heart was still racing. She sat on the couch for a while before getting up and taking a bath. By the time she came out, it was already dark outside. With no appetite, she crawled into bed, curled herself into a small ball under the covers thinking that it would offer her some kind of comfort.
Jing Haohao lay there for a long time without feeling the slightest bit tired; it was only around eleven o'clock at night that she changed her position.
Ever since she broke up with him, she often had insomnia. Now, with wide eyes, she just stared at the wall, lost in thought.
After who knew how much time, suddenly her phone rang.
