After dinner, Wanxia lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Her eyes were sore and uncomfortable, and she knew she shouldn't stay up late, but she just couldn't get sleepy.
It wasn't because she'd been in a coma for half a month and already caught up on that half year's sleep; it was because she was checking her phone every few minutes.
The screen was completely blank, without any movement.
With her mind not on sleeping, of course she couldn't fall asleep.
That afternoon, after she finished speaking, the man didn't respond with a single word, it was obviously a lie to say he wasn't angry.
She was a girl, putting aside her dignity to seek reconciliation, but he didn't seem interested, or rather, he didn't have any such thought; it was all just her wishful thinking.
Wanxia irritably threw the phone aside and pulled the quilt over her head.
She murmured softly, "Gu Shaozhi, is it that... you don't love me anymore?"
