As night fell.
The pale moonlight shone into the room.
A woman quietly got out of bed and walked away.
Heading outside.
It was only after the woman left that the man, who was supposed to be sleeping, slowly woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked towards where the woman had gone.
Without making a sound.
He just lay there, closing his eyes, and then opening them again.
He touched the spot next to him, still a little warm.
Indeed, she was not there.
Yu Wenxu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling. After a long while, he closed his eyes again.
It seemed as though he had fallen back asleep.
But every half an hour, he would open his eyes to look towards the doorway.
His eyes were pitch-black and lucid, showing that he was not really asleep.
In this way, time and again.
Unknowingly, it was already dawn.
A streak of light brightened the sky.
His hand, with clear knuckles, rested on the spot beside him.
Radiating a touch of coolness.
