Habits really are terrifying.
If you meet someone every day, chat, and text, you can become addicted and dependent on them.
You become accustomed to their presence.
No matter how disciplined or rational you are, it's useless.
Wen Sheng lay in bed alone, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Fu Yanlin's face and the scene of their tight embrace before he left would surface in her mind.
Longing ebbed and flowed like the tide, leaving Wen Sheng almost sleepless the entire night.
At five in the morning, Wen Sheng gave up struggling, got up to wash, and changed into a set of sports clothes, planning to run downstairs before work to distract herself.
The spacious apartment felt cold and empty, only the black suit jacket lay forlornly on the sofa, as if Fu Yanlin had never left.
