The upcoming 24 hours are destined to be torturous.
The night slowly falls.
Mo Chuxi sat reclined in the deck chair and administered another injection.
He felt his thoughts and emotions gradually becoming clear again, without that sort of hazy, sudden urges to let his mind wander aimlessly.
No need to splash cold water on his face to calm down anymore.
After waking from rest, he washed up and tidied himself before returning to the bedroom.
The bedroom was very quiet, as if no one was present.
Mo Chuxi walked gracefully inside and unexpectedly found the bed empty!
"Xinxin?"
His heart skipped a beat, and his sharp brows furrowed slightly due to confusion and worry.
He stepped quickly into the room, with a sliver of the setting sun casting in through the open French windows, catching Yan Xinxin's slender, petite figure standing on the balcony.
She stood with her back to him, gazing at the sunset that was about to fade.
