Yun Qiqi also slept very late tonight. She closed her eyes and thought about the things that had happened over the past few days.
She felt very unhappy.
It was hard to find new friends, only to realize they treated her well because they mistook her for someone else.
She lay on the bed expressionless for more than half an hour before she gradually fell asleep.
Even in her sleep, her tension and vigilance did not relax. This had become a habit developed over the years.
When the phone rang in the middle of the night, she opened her eyes in alertness, her dark pupils carrying a chilling coldness and dead silence.
Her eyes slowly moved to the phone carelessly thrown on the bed, only to realize it was just a ringtone.
The darkness faded from her eyes, and a young girl's white, tender hand reached out from the quilt, picking up a phone with an unfamiliar number faintly displayed.
