Upstairs, Xue Yang and Lin Xi sat on the sofa, nestled together like two people huddling for warmth in the dead of winter.
The world fell silent. They had finally reclaimed their long-lost private world for two.
But now, the time was 4:21 a.m. Strictly speaking, dawn was about to break.
Yet they felt no hint of sleepiness. They weren't doing anything else, just leaning against each other, greedily drinking in the other's scent, as if this was the only way to feel that the other person was truly, tangibly by their side.
They didn't speak; at a time like this, silence spoke volumes.
Lin Xi had no desire to sleep, but Xue Yang's heart ached for her. After a full day and night of excitement, she would normally be fast asleep by now. Yet if he suggested she sleep, Xue Yang knew she would refuse.
