Chapter 8
At ten o’clock in the evening, I couldn’t sleep because I had too much coffee.
Duan Qinghong slipped into bed quietly.
Before turning off the light, he didn’t forget to tuck the corner of the quilt for me.
As the light went out, in the instant I lost my sight, my other senses were immediately heightened.
The scent of the perfume on him, identical to that of the receptionist girl, flooded into my nostrils.
My tears flowed silently down the side of my nose onto the pillow.
Soundless.
I bit the quilt and cried until dawn.
When I finally felt a bit thirsty, I went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water.
At the corner of the stairs, I saw Zhang Zhaodi sitting on the sofa in the living room, like a statue.
She turned her head and saw me.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”
“Aunt Lin, there’s something… I’m not sure if I should tell you.”
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