The sudden longing caught me off guard.
Su Wanxin went online and searched for Fu Shihan's name, scrolling through the news about him for a long time before yawning and falling asleep. Finally, the next evening, her wish came true.
Fu Shihan was back.
His car was parked at the neighboring doorway, the front gate wide open; it seemed he had just returned.
Su Wanxin entered her house with the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, in a cheerful mood.
Next door.
After Fu Shihan returned, he collapsed onto his bed, dragging a blanket over him to catch up on some sleep. Sleeping only four hours in three days, he was utterly exhausted.
He slept for a long time, and when he woke up, it was past five in the morning.
The dim night light by his bed was still on; sleeping with the light on had become his habit this past year.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the dark; he had never had this issue before, but suddenly he hated the darkness.
