It was a little past four in the morning, which was actually the time when a city was just beginning to awaken, but in winter, the sky was still as deep as the dead of night, and a heavy fog still shrouded every street.
Inside a room at Kaiyue Hotel, a strange feeling gradually intensified along with the rising temperature beneath the covers, and a soft, warm voice rang out—
"Brother An Yang, I love you..."
(Omitted here, use your own imagination, but a reminder: they did not cross the line.)
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Meanwhile, right in the next room.
An You lay half-propped up on the bed in a calm manner, covered by a quilt, and kept her bright eyes open in the darkness, staring blankly at the patch of darkness before her.
Yet the space beside her was completely empty.
She could feel that the spot beside her, which should have been warm, had already lost its temperature, leaving her all alone in such profound loneliness.
The darkness seemed capable of swallowing a person whole.
She stared blankly ahead, her expression appearing to remain without a ripple, but no one knew what kind of mood, what kind of thoughts, and what kind of internal struggle she was masking beneath that calm exterior; she only hoped that the darkness could make one drift and sink, flowing with the current rather than endlessly bobbing up and down in one single spot...
In another room, however, the scene was entirely the opposite.
Finally—
With a snap, the living room light clicked on.
The light filtered through the crack of the bedroom door, and although the outside was utterly silent, the two of them remained quiet.
An Yang let out a long sigh of relief.
"Xiao You is up."
He stated this in a