The next morning, Lin Yuxi was up before her alarm even had a chance to ring.
A deep-seated exhaustion made her movements sluggish, her thoughts hazy. She left her room, intending to wake Yu Jiaxiao and Tan Xingchen.
When she saw the man standing outside her door, she thought she was still dreaming.
Zhou Yanjing leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on some distant, empty point, lost in thought.
















