At six in the morning, with the first light of dawn barely visible, a light rain pattered down, dampening the ground and trickling down the glass.
Next to the sofa, a floor lamp was lit, and Xia Siyu clenched a towel, resting against the arm with a slight lean.
The living room was so quiet that only shallow breathing could be heard.
It wasn't long before Yun Lih opened his eyes, his brow furrowed in extreme discomfort, his head splitting with pain, and his limbs devoid of strength.
He felt disoriented for a moment, finding the unfamiliar ceiling above him quite surreal.
Only when his consciousness gradually became clear did Yun Lih remember what had happened the day before.
He labored to raise his arm to rub his temples and sighed deeply before turning his head and seeing such a woeful face.
Her eyes and brows were haggard, her lips injured, her shattered hair messily clinging to her forehead, and her face flushed with an abnormal rosy tint.
Xia Siyu was startled awake.
