It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken so much, Yun Lei closed her tired eyes and murmured, “Yes, it’s time to rest. I’m so tired, so tired…”
Chu Yue carefully helped her lie down, gently saying, “Get a good night’s sleep. Everything will be better tomorrow!”
A faint smile blossomed at the corner of Yun Lei’s mouth, and then she slowly fell asleep.
Chu Yue looked at her peaceful sleeping expression, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. It seemed she had truly let go. Only those who had resolved their inner conflicts could have such a serene and tranquil sleep.
Lei Lei had let go, but what about herself? She stared blankly, lost in thought.
Heaven Without Sorrow (1)
She lay down beside Yun Lei, eyes fixed on the ceiling, not feeling sleepy at all, her mind in complete disarray. Finally, she got out of bed, put on her coat, grabbed a scarf, and quietly opened the door to leave.
Walking in the small garden of the residential complex, the cold wind cleared her mind. It was late at night, and everyone was asleep. The complex was quiet, with occasional dog barks. She walked slowly on the path with her hands in her pockets, leaves rustling, tree shadows swaying, casting fragmented shadows on her face, her thoughts somewhat dazed.
The temperature in Zhuhai in October wasn’t very low. Wearing a coat, she didn’t feel cold. Unknowingly, she walked out of the complex. The security guard was dozing and didn’t see her.
The road was desolate, with occasional cars passing by. Chu Yue walked slowly, like a ghost. The streetlights stretched her shadow long. Fortunately, Zhuhai’s security was still good. Late at night, a lone woman walking on the main road, nothing happened.
When she realized how far she had walked and stopped, she found herself standing in front of the hotel where Gu Yan Zhi was staying. How did she end up here? She stood there in a daze, motionless, staring at the brightly lit hotel lobby.
On the same night, Chu Yue wasn’t the only one unable to sleep. Gu Yan Zhi was the same.
The TV was playing an engaging plot, but his gaze wasn’t on the screen. He sat askew on the sofa, supporting his chin with one hand, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
