They did not return home together that evening.
Yan Renzhong also left no message.
Not in the mood to cook, Shen Jingwei ordered food from outside for two people.
As he ate his dinner in silence, he kept throwing glances at Yan Renzhong's untouched food.
"..."
What if he didn't come home tonight...?
Should he send him a message, asking him what time he would be home...?
But then Yan Renzhong's cold, sour expression flashed through his mind and he was instantly discouraged.
He should wait patiently until Yan Renzhong came home.
Just like yesterday night.
Didn't Yan Renzhong also wait for him to come home...?
So Shen Jingwei waited and waited.
He moved from room to room, attending to household chores, fixing shifty paintings, heating up Yan Renzhong's dinner, doing whatever he could to stay awake. It became increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open as the night deepened.
