Nan Wan didn't know what had happened between them. There's no such thing as true empathy in the world; if the needle doesn't prick you, you won't understand how painful it is. Words of comfort are the most hollow, no matter how many are said, they do no good.
When she returned to the master bedroom, Mu Jin Huan was not in the room.
It suddenly started to rain outside, raindrops hitting the glass with a 'pitter-patter' sound.
Nan Wan lay on the bed for about ten minutes before he came back, his white shirt slightly damp, deep eyes darkened.
His face softened considerably when looking at her, "You sleep first, I'll go take a shower."
Nan Wan responded softly, "Mm."
The sound of water splashing in the bathroom intertwined with the rain outside, which should have been peaceful and comforting, but Nan Wan only felt restless.
