All night long, from darkness to dawn, a door separated two people, both sleepless throughout the night. After an indefinite time, Yan Luoxi, who was sitting by the bed, finally moved. She got up and walked out.
Standing by the door, she hesitated for a minute, then pulled it open. The words she had brewed all night to say swallowed back down upon seeing the empty hallway.
She gave a bitter smile.
She initially wanted to tell Li Yeqi that she did not sleep with Han Zheng, no matter whether he believed her or not, but at this moment, facing the empty corridor, she understood that she was merely being wishful.
She walked back to the hospital room dispiritedly, standing in front of the window, lost in thought as the sun rose from the horizon, its blinding golden light spilling across the earth, seemingly eradicating all shadows from the world.
Yet, this golden light could not reach the depths of her heart.
