If Xia Ye hadn't messaged in the name of "night," chatting with her in those low moments and encouraging her before exams, Lu Yinxing felt she wouldn't be who she is now.
She might still be muddling through life aimlessly.
But even though she understood many truths.
Still, Lu Yinxing couldn't accept it in her heart.
She couldn't accept that those joyful nights had turned into nothing.
Lu Yinxing fell asleep in a daze.
The next day, Lu Yinxing was woken up by the sound of knocking on the door.
As she opened her eyes, she felt a severe pain in them.
She realized she had cried too much the previous night.
Lu Yinxing felt as if her head would split open.
In fact, she hadn't slept well at all the previous night.
She kept having all sorts of weird dreams.
She even dreamt about night.
A young man always wearing a cold mask.
That young man slowly removed the mask from his face amid the mist.
Lu Yinxing pushed aside the mist, wanting to see more clearly.
