I spent the night hoping for the dawn to arrive. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about how every night without Xia Jing felt like torture. He really, really didn't want to continue living like this, yearning day and night. Unable to wait for the daylight, he dashed out of the house, jumped into his BMW, and raced towards Xia Jing's house.
Xia Jing sat at home pondering the words she spoke when she called me. She was confused about why I reconciled with him just that afternoon yet was on the phone with Li Jiayuan that night. Could their relationship be anything but ordinary?
Xia Jing kept wondering why she made a call to me, yet I thought it was Li Jiayuan calling, not even giving her a chance to speak before lashing out.
Unable to figure it out, Xia Jing decided not to think about it. She covered her head with the quilt, put on headphones, listened to music, and slowly drifted into sleep.
