The two snuggled for a while before falling asleep.
At dawn, when Jiang Ruan woke up, there was already no one beside her. She reached out her hand to feel that the place where he slept had already cooled.
It indicated that he had left quite some time ago.
Jiang Ruan grabbed the thin quilt and sat up, noticing a pink sticky note on the bedside cabinet next to her.
The handwriting was grandiose and bold.
[Back to Beijing, take care of yourself, love you.]
There were a few heart symbols drawn at the end.
Like a school kid's drawing on a blackboard.
A smile curved at Jiang Ruan's lips.
Childish.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
After late autumn, the weather in Beijing suddenly turned cold.
That afternoon, the sky suddenly thundered, followed by a torrential downpour with strong winds and rain.
The rain grew heavier and was mixed with hail.
The sky was dark and oppressive, giving a feeling like the end of the world.
