Fu Shihan saw Su Wanxin out the door, watching her return to her own home, before he let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
He couldn't help but curse himself, "Idiot," why had he chosen to watch a thriller, of all things.
Damn it, did he scare her off?
Fu Shihan didn't realize that something had suddenly come to Su Wanxin's mind; he just assumed she was angry at him for being boring and forcing her to watch something like that. Plus, the flu was quite serious recently, and their home might not have been heated enough, possibly causing her to catch cold.
He went back to the sofa to self-reflect, turned off the TV, went straight upstairs, took a bath, and then went to bed.
Su Wanxin did indeed have a headache, and she wasn't lying to him.
After she went home, she crawled into bed; no matter how hard she tried to remember, she simply couldn't.
She closed her eyes in a dazed state, cuddling the already asleep Little Ball beside her, and without realizing it, drifted off to sleep.
