"I knew you couldn't sleep. I was just about to message you when you messaged me first." Song Youman took Xia Wan'an's hand and expertly entered Xia Wan'an's bedroom.
After so many years, Xia Wan'an's bedroom remained the same as before, unchanged. Song Youman and Xia Wan'an squeezed onto a small bed, just like in their younger days, whispering secrets that only close sisters would share.
"An'an, I'm so happy that you're finally married to love."
"I'm happy too, Youman..."
"In the blink of an eye, we've grown up so much, I've even had my child, but lying here with you now, it feels like we are still thirteen or fourteen..."
Xia Wan'an and Song Youman chatted aimlessly, discussing old times as well as the future, until they both grew gradually tired. It was then that Xia Wan'an broke the silence: "Youman, will you keep waiting for him?"
