In the deep night, someone's heart was cold.
The room had heating, the temperature wasn't low, yet it couldn't warm a heart struck by the frost.
Ye Xi lay quietly on the carpet, amidst the chaotic wine bottles, surrounded by an ink-like darkness that gradually engulfed him.
His heavy and exhausted body felt as if it were falling into an abyss, sinking into a black hole...
He curled up even more tightly, wrapping himself as though he were a child desperately lacking a sense of security, unable to find support.
On this day, every minute and second in his world was torment.
...
On the other side, Pu Sangzhi walked out of the room.
With equally disturbed emotions, she quickly returned to her room and locked herself inside.
But she didn't lock the door...
There was still a trace of imagination in her heart, that if Brother Ye Xi could figure things out on his own, come and open her door, and say to her, "What I said earlier was because I was drunk"...that would be good.
