After Nan Wan went upstairs to take a shower, she sent a text message to both Mu Jin Huan and Sheng Boyan. Once she saw they were sent successfully, she turned off her phone.
The room was pitch dark, almost merging with the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He had been gone for only two days, yet the scent of him in the bedroom was almost gone.
The dense, stabbing pain in her heart became more distinct, as if thousands of ants were gnawing, as though it had hollowed out a hole.
She thought that love could compensate for the regrets and voids in life, but unexpectedly, the very source of those regrets was precisely love.
...
Nan Wan took leave and didn't need to go to work.
Just like yesterday, she didn't get up for breakfast and didn't go downstairs until noon, only eating half a bowl of rice for lunch, before planning to go back upstairs to sleep again.
