Zhuo Anan finished applying the medicinal liquor, her phone not by her side, so she had no choice but to give up.
If she were to go out now and ask him for the phone, that man definitely wouldn't give it to her.
An An pulled up the quilt, deciding to sleep.
The night breeze of early summer carried a hint of chill, softly blowing through the gauze windows.
Switching off the light, a thread of moonlight spilled onto the windowsill, leaving a serene gentleness.
An An closed her eyes, unexpectedly, without any worries, falling asleep quickly.
In the middle of the night, a little past two o'clock.
An An felt somewhat hungry, actually waking up due to it.
She had eaten a bowl of noodles that night, and didn't eat less, yet she was hungry enough to wake up.
At this moment, she was really missing home.
Even in the middle of the night, there would be a chef on duty at home, so she wouldn't have to worry about having nothing to eat.
