The night is deep, Wen Nuan lies quietly in bed, tossing and turning but unable to sleep. Tong Xi has left, and she's the only one here, loneliness enveloping her layer by layer.
You hear that loneliness is singing
Gentle, crazy
Sorrow grows deeper and deeper
How can she stop it?
A small crack in the window lets in Asang's weathered and poignant voice, matching her mood at the moment. Wen Nuan smiled bitterly, life is always so unpredictable, she really liked listening to Asang's songs, loved her naturally hoarse and magnetic voice. When Asang passed away, she was deeply grieved. Since then, every time she listens, it feels painful.
Especially now.
Like Asang, she hears loneliness singing and really wants it to stop...
Getting out of bed, she closed the window, shutting the sad sound outside.
