Yan Xixi suddenly found the night of the full moon particularly unbearable.
The scent of gardenias, the fragrance of roses, and various cloyingly sweet scents floated in the wind.
Sitting on the terrace, she could see the bright, clear moon—truly, the location and environment of this house were top-notch.
Only, the loneliness seems to grow by the day.
Her phone never rang; her messages went unanswered. Scruffy Guy hadn't blocked her, but he was always offline in her friends list.
Gradually, I began to think that he had disappeared completely and would never return.
"Scruffy Guy, could you help me put on a disc..."
"Scruffy Guy, I want watermelon, and it must be chilled..."
"Quick, pour me a glass of water... I'm dying of thirst..."
"I'm stuck on this problem again, take a look for me... Can't you take it seriously? If I don't ask you, who should I ask?"
...
Since when had these inner demons started tormenting me?
