So, the man is still smoking outside at four-thirty in the morning?
And outside her bedroom door?
An Yin, feeling her heart pounding, buried her face into the soft quilt; she could feel a peculiar emotion arise inside her every time she saw Bao Shaojin. However, she lacked the courage to explore that inexplicable feeling and even wanted to escape it.
Deep in An Yin's heart, her mother's love that ended for no reason somewhat influenced her. So every time she discussed love with others, she instinctively resisted, always feeling that love was like a mirage. After all, she saw her mother's infatuation over the years with her own eyes.
The remaining few hours, An Yin lingered in a state between wakefulness and dream.
The alarm clock she set on her phone went off the next morning, startling An Yin awake. When she reached the washbasin and gazed into the mirror, her eyes were swollen, and the dark circles were prominent.
