Yi An followed Yin Xiaojing to Chinatown for hotpot, the best authentic hotpot place she had ever been to. It's rare to find such a place abroad. Since she had a cold today, she wanted to eat something hot and spicy to sweat it out and feel a bit better.
She really wanted to call Su Yan to ask if he wanted to join, but he didn't really like oily and spicy food. Besides, he was probably busy with his girlfriend, so it was better not to bother him.
She sulkily finished the hotpot. Although she was sweating and her head felt less heavy, she felt even more terrible inside. She just wanted to go home, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep.
Yin Xiaojing dropped her off at her building and left. Yi An muddle-headedly went upstairs, thinking about whether he would be home or not.
Perhaps because of her mood, the lights in the hallway seemed so much dimmer. She entered the password on the door, having no expectations when she opened it. Disappointment had become a habit.
