Jiang Sifan was awake before the sky had fully brightened.
He lay on the hotel sofa, his coat draped over him, staring at the ceiling.
A thin sliver of light peeked through the gap in the curtains.
He turned over. The sofa was too small for him to straighten his legs, and his knees dug painfully into the armrest.
He had barely slept last night.
He Lingyi was sleeping soundly on the bed, her breathing even. Occasionally, she would turn over, kicking the blanket off a bit before pulling it back up.
Jiang Sifan closed his eyes, his mind a mess.
Wen Wan's face and He Lingyi's face appeared in alternation, flipping one after another in his mind like a slideshow.
He tossed and turned, making the sofa creak. Afraid of waking He Lingyi, he stopped moving and just lay there with his eyes open, waiting for dawn.
His phone vibrated.
He picked it up and looked. 'A message from He Lingyi?'
No, it was his alarm.
It was seven o'clock.
