Zhang Cheng paused at the door for quite a while before lifting his hand, flipping the switch, and looking down to change his shoes.
Feeling slightly tipsy, his mouth a bit dry, he went to get water from the dining room and there, in a daze, he saw the vision of Han Yixiao on tiptoes, reaching for a glass placed high up...
Zhang Cheng stared into the void, lost in thought for a long time until his pants got wet, and then he realized he had spilled the water.
He put down the water jug, gulping down half a glass of water, and walked out of the dining room; not sure what was wrong with him tonight, as if he had seen a ghost, he again vaguely saw Han Yixiao curled up on the sofa asleep, one hand holding a pen, the other clutching a book...
