Fang Chuning changed into clean clothes but couldn't sleep well. Xie Jue seemed to have no intention of talking to him either, sitting by the window reading a book. Fang Chuning felt vexed but couldn't vent his frustration—is this him ignoring me now? Fang Chuning scratched his head in irritation. He's still angry, and Ting Feng is just going to ignore me? Or perhaps Fang Chuning's restless tossing and turning had become too obvious.
Xie Jue asked, "Want some water?"
"Yes!" Fang Chuning's throat was sore and hoarse as he knocked on the bed frame. Xie Jue had already prepared warm water in advance. Fang Chuning used the dim light to look at Xie Jue and noticed his expression didn't seem great either. Was it just a hallucination, or was it real? He felt that Ting Feng's gaze toward him carried a hint of gloom.
Fang Chuning, "..."
