Today, he seemed to be in a bad mood. Although they were affectionate with each other, he did not take things further.
Then, without even taking a shower, he held her as they fell asleep.
She was accustomed to the scent of his embrace.
His smell, the rhythm of his heartbeat, and the melody of his breathing were like a comforting lullaby.
She soon fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, she felt a bit cold, "He Yingdong, hold me!"
She murmured, but there was no response.
The entire bedroom felt empty, with not even the sound of his breathing.
She was startled and opened her eyes.
Only a small night light was on in the bedroom, casting a dim orange glow over every corner.
Though the view wasn't as clear as in the daytime, it was easy to see that He Yingdong was no longer there.
Was he in the study?
She got out of bed, put on slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.
