On the second day, just as the first streak of orange dawn broke through the horizon, Tian Sangsang felt Jiang Jinghuai getting out of bed. The faint rustling sounds reached her ears, but she didn't dare open her eyes, pretending to still be asleep. Sensing a gaze fall on her, she instinctively knew it was him. After a long while, that gaze disappeared, followed by the sound of the door opening.
Then, there was a prolonged silence.
In truth, she had been awake for quite some time but chose not to get up. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized the corners of her eyes were slightly damp.
"Pathetic, Tian Sangsang, what are you crying for!" she scolded herself, giving her own head a light slap.
