Life is still long. If she really feels utterly hopeless right now, she might as well be like the women in movies, find a place, and swallow sleeping pills to end it all.
Sheng Jiayu turned her gaze away, a thought infinitely magnifying in her mind as she took several deep breaths to calm her state of mind.
Sheng Jiayu knew what she was thinking, but she didn't want to be impulsive. She was no longer at an age where she could afford to be impulsive; she needed to think it through carefully, truly think it through.
The movie finished, and it was very late.
Sheng Jiayu got up, took a quilt from the room, and handed Mu Ke a pillow: "It's late, thank you for tonight, I'm going to sleep."
"Good night."
"Good night."
The candlelight continued to flicker, the room filled with tranquility.
Sheng Jiayu lay on the bed, staring at the pitch-black ceiling. Her heart was no longer as agitated as it was just now; she felt very calm.
Thinking back, how did Mu Ke come into her life?
