This place was much quieter than the city. At first, it was fine, but as night deepened, it became dead silent. Only occasionally could one hear the sound of a car driving by.
Zhou Li slept in the middle bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
By the window was Huai Xu. Through the light from the streetlights and illuminated signs filtering through the curtains, Zhou Li could see him lying upside down on his bed, with both feet propped against the wall. Zhou Li had no idea what he was doing, but it certainly didn't look like sleeping.
Brother Nan was by the bathroom. She was on her smartphone, the light illuminating her face, and she would occasionally cast sidelong glances at Zhou Li.
No one spoke.
Zhou Li even felt too embarrassed to move.
