Xu Xiaoya looked at her anxiously, but didn't know how to comfort her.
All night, Yan Xixi was unable to sleep.
She tossed and turned, her heart racked with pain.
In the middle of the night, she leaped up and rushed to the window to stare at the moonlight outside. The longer she looked, the more disoriented she became.
It was hazy, like the moonlight from years past. Desolate and pale, it made the whole world seem chaotic and confused.
The moon had been like this the year her mother died.
She remembered being full of confidence the first time she went to Huang Xiaojue's house, looking forward to a beautiful future. Xiaojue had said, "Xixi, I will give you 5,000 yuan for living expenses each month, and the rest can be saved for emergencies. That way, if your mom needs something urgent for her hospitalization, we'll have it ready. At worst, we can have a simple wedding and not buy a house or car for the next few years."
That was the sweetest thing she had ever heard in her life.
