Mo Shangjun stood in front of the window, watching Ya Tianxing get into the car, and then drive away.
The vehicle kicked up dust as it went.
Soon, it disappeared from view.
Mo Shangjun exhaled, turned off the light, put the book back in the drawer, and then collapsed onto the bed to prepare for sleep.
Outside, the moonlight was perfect, with silvery light spilling everywhere, a ray of light slanting through the window. Even with the light turned off, the room remained bright.
Five minutes after closing her eyes, Mo Shangjun, feeling her brain becoming increasingly alert, suddenly sat up from the bed.
Couldn't sleep.
Her body clearly felt tired and weary, yet her mind was extraordinarily clear and abnormally active, with one thing after another and countless images flashing through her mind continuously, taking her further from sleep.
