The day has passed, and night falls.
A soft light illuminates the bedroom, casting gentle shadows over the faces of the two people on the big black bed, tender and lingering.
Time is serene, the years are gentle and good.
...
When Gu Yan opened her eyes and woke up, Tang Yuxiu was no longer by her side. The spot next to her still retained a bit of warmth, proving that he hadn't been up for long.
She reached for the alarm clock by the bed to check the time; it was already past eight.
From a little after one in the afternoon until now, it had been quite some time.
Gu Yan pursed her lips, thinking of the afternoon's events, and felt a bit uncomfortable.
She hadn't been through this for years, and he didn't seem to consider her feelings, didn't think of her at all.
Gu Yan wrapped herself in the quilt, only her head peeking out.
But she vaguely remembered how gentle and cherishing he was, softly comforting her by her ear.
