That night, the cold wind was omnipresent, and the chill invaded the city.
Jiang Chengsi was half-sober, lying on the bed, inexplicably reminiscing about what had happened before. Even the moment he held her in his arms, her breath was chaotic and slightly rapid, it all seemed still vividly perceptible.
Many feelings, weren't much noticed at the time, are now repeatedly cherished and revolve, becoming increasingly clear and profound.
His throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, heat traveled down from his throat, leaving his entire body sweltering hot.
Was the aftereffect of this alcohol so strong?
No matter how much water he drank, the fire in his heart seemed unquenchable.
Feeling irritable, he opened his phone and played chess for a while. His mind wasn't settled and he kept losing; he didn't even know when he fell asleep.
