Xia Weiyi didn't go home, nor did she take a cab, wandering the streets aimlessly like a lost soul, her eyes vacant.
A motorcycle nearly hit her, and the young man driving turned his head to curse: "Are you looking to die, standing in the middle of the road, sleepwalking?" Then, he sped away.
Xia Weiyi, having been scolded, finally moved her eyes.
Yes... she's sleepwalking... how she wishes she was sleepwalking.
Once she wakes up, Ye Che sleeps next to her, kissing her forehead like usual and saying: "Good morning, sweetheart."
But how many days has it been? Half a month perhaps?
Every night before sleep, she can feel the suppressed emotions emanating from Ye Che, even when she wakes up drowsily in the middle of the night, she can see his cold silhouette standing at the window, smoking alone.
No longer does she see him being playful and mischievous facing her, nor hear him teasing her...
