"Luoz, if you're still upset, I apologize. I'm sorry. I shouldn't always think about leaving, but you can't treat me like this now, I..."
Luoz's face stiffened. He paused for a moment, then placed the water cup on the bedside table. "It's late, get some rest."
Glancing at him, Zhang Yuan didn't speak further. Remembering the phone call she overheard that day, a wave of unexplained bitterness rose in her heart. She hummed in response, pulled the blanket over herself, and lay down.
Watching her lonely and stubborn back, Luoz felt uneasy. He lifted the blanket beside her and lay down.
Sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams, when Luoz woke up, Zhang Yuan was no longer in the room. On the table, there was still leftover breakfast. Luoz changed his clothes and saw Zhang Yuan lying on a deck chair through the window.
