That night, Wei Anning didn't close her eyes even once. She thought about many things, yet also about nothing at all. Her mind remained blank the entire time.
That night, Leng Youchen didn't return at all. Wei Anning waited from dusk till dawn, from frantic anxiety to utter numbness. When the first rays of morning sunlight filtered in, tears began to glisten in her eyes.
She picked up her phone, reinserted the battery, and powered it on. Opening the messaging app, her fingers stiffened. After a long pause, she slowly typed a few words, "Leng Youchen, let's break up."
Staring at those eight words, her heart ached to the point of suffocation. Nearly a year of emotions—joys and tears—she had been unwilling to let go of. But in the end, the time to let go had come.
Pressing the send button, she stood in the bedroom, momentarily at a loss.
