Qingran's gaze rested on the phone screen, the last message in their conversation still being Xie Ying'an's "I can't sleep."
She couldn't sleep either, but that was just moments ago.
Indeed, after chatting with Xie Ying'an for a short while, she felt sleepy.
Holding her phone, she drowsily closed her eyes, not even bothering to turn off the small lamp she had just switched on.
Qingran had fallen asleep, but Xie Ying'an remained wide awake, not even the slightest bit tired, in fact, he felt more alert than before.
Waiting for a message was torturous, and he knew all too well how slowly Qingran typed.
But this time, he stared at his phone for over five minutes. The screen went dark and lit up again and again as he pressed it, not waiting for Qingran's reply, nor did the words "typing..." ever appear at the top of the interface.
Had he killed the conversation this time as well?
Xie Ying'an reviewed their chat history once more—
Are you asleep?
No.
Aren't you going to sleep?
