Sheng Qianxia held her breath, facing the wall, pretending she was unaware of his arrival.
Gong Beiyao took off his shoes and lay beside her, embracing her from behind.
She never knew that one's back could feel so cold, so cold, so terribly cold.
Chilling to the bone.
She began to tremble involuntarily.
"Qianqian? What's wrong?" He seemed to sense something and asked her.
Sheng Qianxia still bit her lip hard, her back to him, trembling and holding back her tears, but her pillow was almost soaked with crying.
"Qianqian?" Gong Beiyao turned her body toward him, "What's wrong? Why are you crying again...?"
"It's nothing... I had a nightmare," Sheng Qianxia said hoarsely, her nose tingling, and she began to cry again.
Is falling in love with someone supposed to make you lose yourself? Everything is lost, and just by being in love with him, without receiving the same response, your whole sky might collapse.
