A night passed quickly.
In the morning, Lin Yi opened her eyes on time, as usual, her hand reaching out to the side, trying to rest it on Li Chen's chest, but this time, she found nothing.
Lin Yi was stunned, her beautiful face looking around, only to find that the bedside was empty.
Li Chen had disappeared.
A flicker of panic crossed Lin Yi's mind, but suddenly, she collected herself, calmed down, and then took out her phone to send a message to Li Chen:
I'll make soup for you when you come back tonight.
...
Li Chen walked alone on the street, his steps slow. All the way, the news broadcast on television was tinted with pessimism.
Today was the last day of the martial arts competition. If nobody from Huaxia stood out, the opponents would leave with glory, leaving behind endless humiliation for Huaxia!
This humiliation would take decades or even centuries to wash away, perhaps never to be cleansed, leaving a humiliating mark on every Huaxia person.
