When she woke up again, it was already noon.
Su Yan opened her eyes, taking a good while to gather her thoughts.
Her gaze swept across the room, realizing she was lying on a soft, large bed.
Beside her, a long and strong arm was draped over her waist, accompanied by the unfamiliar yet warm presence of a man.
The aching sensation cruelly reminded her of the recent events, and Su Yan desperately tried to suppress the humiliation she felt as she moved his arm away.
Then, she broke free from his embrace and sat up.
Gu Chaohan had not yet woken up; he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing steadily.
Su Yan went barefoot into the bathroom, picking up the clothes she had tossed on the floor yesterday, and put them back on herself.
There was water on the bathroom floor, and the clothes were soaking wet, clinging tightly to her body, cold and damp.
Yet no matter how cold the clothes were, it couldn't compare to her heart, already shattered and scattered.
