Meanwhile, in the room next door.
Yan Xiaye sat uneasily on the edge of the bed, gazing at the sky outside as it began to lighten.
Another night was about to pass.
She hadn't been able to contact Li Yuntang for over a dozen days. Initially, she wanted to ask Ji Liangchen, but she couldn't bring herself to, considering his situation.
Knowing full well that Ji Liangchen liked her, bringing up Li Yuntang in this context would be more than just cruel.
Ji Liangchen probably thought the same, never mentioning Li Yuntang's name, maintaining a strange mutual understanding between them.
With a heavy sigh, Yan Xiaye dialed Li Yuntang's number again, only to hear the same response that his phone was off.
With a heart like dead ashes, she put away her phone.
Wrapped tightly in her blanket, she went to sleep, troubled.
Perhaps due to her heavy mood, Yan Xiaye couldn't avoid having nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat.
