After washing up, I sat at the desk by the window, took out my phone from my pocket, and gently touched the screen where Yuntian's face was displayed.
In my heart, I silently chanted, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'
Thinking of Yuntian, I casually picked up pen and paper, turning my current longing into notes. After finishing and revising it, I picked up the phone beside me to check the time—it was almost eleven.
Putting down the phone, I stretched lazily, rubbed my somewhat sore neck, and lifted my gaze to see that the car still parked outside my window.
That's not a parking spot; generally, very few people would park their cars there.
Curiously, I stood up to take a closer look—the inside of the car was pitch-black, impossible to tell if there was anyone inside.
At this time, Yuntian was probably asleep. Xia Tianxing didn't dare to call and disturb him, so she sent a text message with her phone.
Goodnight.
