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Imperial Capital.
Late at night, Ao Chen had just finished composing a piece of music, lit a cigarette for himself, and leaned against the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to smoke. The ashtray next to him was full of cigarette butts, one pressed against the other, densely packed.
Recently, his composition work had led to some insomnia. Although insomnia was normal for him, it had become increasingly severe of late.
He didn't know whether it was because this song was closely related to Huo Qi, causing his mind to wander and leaving him with no focus at all.
He kept writing, then zoning out, with extremely low efficiency.
He had no desire to continue writing at all. The more decisively they had broken up in the past, the more he now regretted it.
Ao Chen rubbed his hair in irritation, put out the cigarette in his hand, took out his phone to look for Huo Qi's number, but couldn't find it among his contacts.
