Wrapped in a blanket, Suxin stepped down from the bed and turned to look at Chen Ziqian, "I drank too much today, none of this is what it seems, let's forget everything that happened tonight!"
She turned around, pulled open the door, and ran toward her own room.
The sound of the door slamming shut reached him, and Chen Ziqian, drained of strength, closed his eyes, feeling a cold numbness all over his body. When he opened his eyes again, he got up, looked at his and Susu's clothes scattered on the ground, smiled sadly, and began to pick them up slowly, one by one.
But this time was different from the last; the flame in his already-despairing heart suddenly ignited. Perhaps, there was still a glimmer of hope for him.
Suxin didn't sleep all night, her mind unusually alert. The situation had completely spiraled out of her control, and she felt immensely guilty in her heart—for Yuanhang, she felt that she had deeply wronged him.
