Jing Xin raised her head. Through her teary eyes, his face reflected melancholy, his brows gathered with gloom. She knew he would eventually leave her; nothing would change tonight.
She didn’t want to see his struggle. Even if he betrayed her a thousand times, she didn’t want to see him in pain. Jing Xin didn’t know if loving someone like this was cheap or humble, but love was her own affair, having nothing to do with anyone else.
Jing Xin curved her lips, wanting to say something or give him a smile, but she could only twist her lips stiffly. Tears lingered at the corners of her mouth. She shook her head, broke free from his hand, and walked towards the living room.
One wall of the bedroom was special transparent glass. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, flickering neon street lights blurred her vision. The sound of waves hitting the beach gradually became clearer. Suddenly, a brilliant firework bloomed in the night sky, then fell silent, and calm returned.
“What are you thinking about?” Jiang Xiangyang embraced her from behind, tightening his arms to pull her closer.
“Nothing, let’s sleep!”
Jing Xin lowered her eyelids, her eyes as bleak as a lonely night sky beneath her dense eyelashes.
The first rays of morning light broke free from the layers of night’s mist, peeking out and whitening the heavy curtains. On the pristine white bed, Jiang Xiangyang embraced Jing Xin’s shoulders, looking at the small woman nestled in his arms. She was still sleeping soundly, her tiny nostrils gently rising and falling. Jiang Xiangyang sighed softly, brushing aside the hair on her forehead and pressing a gentle kiss.
He had been awake for a while, a habit formed over many years. He always prioritized waking up early, forcing himself to get up before six o’clock, understanding that to succeed, he must endure more hardship than others. He suppressed his love deep in his heart, always secondary to his career. He thought of Jiang Xinyao, the woman who remained in a coma for his sake, reminding himself that he would never abandon her, regardless of whether she would wake up.
The affairs of the world were like interconnected rings; breaking one would only lead to reconnection.
He carefully shifted the woman’s body to one side, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed.
