The sky was not yet fully bright when Shen Jianian was startled awake by the sudden ringing of the alarm. She was groggy and wanted to turn it off, but someone beat her to it, grabbing the phone charging on the bedside table and silencing the alarm.
The room returned to silence. Shen Jianian blinked, her eyes dry and aching, reminding her of the tears she had shed.
Last night, she had lost her mind and vented at Fu Jichen. She could feel his arm tighten around her waist, a gesture meant to comfort.
Reflecting on it now, Shen Jianian felt she must have gone mad to complain to Fu Jichen.
"Awake?"
Fu Jichen's morning voice was a bit hoarse, shattering the room's quiet.
Shen Jianian glanced around and unexpectedly locked eyes with him, feeling inexplicably awkward. She said nothing, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and fled to the bathroom.
