The night was deep, and all was silent.
When Fu Weiheng came out of the bathroom after his shower, Su Wan was already asleep, curled up with her back to him, her long hair cascading over the black-and-white checkered sheets, sleeping sweetly.
In the quiet bedroom, her breathing was calm and soft.
Fu Weiheng tiptoed to the bedside and glanced at the clock on the cabinet.
1:48
He gently lifted the corner of the blanket and was about to turn off the wall lamp when the phone on the cabinet buzzed with a text message.
Fu Weiheng glanced at the still deeply sleeping Su Wan, reached for the phone, and swiped to unlock the screen—
Jiang Zhiyan: Neil, my aunt is returning to the country the day after tomorrow.
Fu Weiheng stared at the message for a moment, replied with a line, then turned off the light and lay down in bed.
——
The next morning, Su Wan awoke naturally.
She woke up with her head buried in Fu Weiheng's embrace and looked up at that familiar sleeping face.
"..."
