For the rest of the day, the two of them did not talk anymore.
After all, they really had worn themselves out late into the night. Ye Feifei returned to her own bedroom, lying in the hotel's suite, on the super soft memory foam mattress of this high-end hotel, covered with a big and white duvet, staring at the ceiling. She went over the words Hua Yunliang had just said to her in her mind again, causing her thoughts to start drifting. Thus, the fatigue of the day seemed unable to lull her to sleep no matter what!
She closed her eyes, other people's stories, her own story, intertwined together, crossing through the vortex of time, as if they became another life.
She always believed that one does not simply live in this world for oneself, and her current struggle should not be defined solely for her own sake!
