This evening, we spoke countless heartfelt truths that we normally wouldn't dare to say or never had the chance to express. Before we knew it, our voices became softer and softer in conversation, and the two of us actually fell asleep on the terrace just like that.
Before dawn, at a little past five, Xia Lu was awakened by the chirping of birds and opened her eyes, startled.
She had curled up in a chair and slept there all night. Turning her head, she saw Zhou Mingchen, who seemed to be deep in a dream, sleeping much more soundly than her.
"Ow..." She tried to turn her head, only to find that she'd sprained her neck from maintaining the same position for so long, and now she could only turn it about thirty degrees.
