Far away in the United Kingdom, Wei Anning lay on the large bed. Outside the window was a full moon, its soft radiance spilling onto the floor by the bed. She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling with wide eyes and made a tragic realization—she was suffering from insomnia once again.
Unable to sleep, every time she closed her eyes, Leng Youchen's figure flooded her mind, tormenting her to the brink of exhaustion.
She turned over and got out of bed, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window. Gazing at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, she wondered—was the moon in Beicheng just as round? She had thought that escaping from Beicheng would spare her from the pain.
Yet she discovered that while her body had escaped, her heart remained behind, left with that man.
She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the glass as a familiar ache radiated from her chest. She knew that this pain would linger for a very long time—until they met again.
