But when Xing Chen came back to his senses, all he saw was the vast and empty study.
Besides himself, there was no one else.
It was summer, and the nights were no longer cool, so the servants had opened all the windows.
The night breeze was gentle, the pure white window curtains fluttered in the wind, evoking a sense of melancholy.
Xing Chen stood up, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, and looked up at the starry sky outside.
Are you, hiding at the ends of the earth, also looking at this brilliant galaxy like I am?
Standing alone for a long time, until his legs went numb, Xing Chen turned around and returned to the bedroom.
Coming out of the bathroom, he was wrapped in a gray gown, his silhouette slightly lonely, yet still handsome.
Lying alone on the wide bed, he closed his eyes but couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
His arms… seemed so empty.
"Xing Chen, move over a bit, you're squashing me!"
