In the early morning, the bright sunshine pierced through the curtains, illuminating the room. Mu Xiangwan turned over and stretched out her hand to block the rays of light, pondering on the idea of lounging in bed a little longer.
Ever since Su Chaoyang was hospitalized, she had not had a chance to sleep in.
During this period, she has been getting up early every day, with her daily schedule full to the brim. She felt like a tightly wound spring, never getting a chance to rest.
Groggy for a moment, she suddenly remembered something, she immediately sat up, pulled the blanket off, and darted out of the door even before she could put on her slippers.
She pushed open Su Chaoyang's room door to find, as expected, he was already gone.
The room was tidied spotlessly. The curtains were wide open, allowing the bright morning sun to flood in, casting rays on his neatly folded quilt.
Although she knew he was leaving today, seeing the reality still brought a sense of loss.
