Yin Shixiu wiped his face and blinked his aching eyes, looking at the woman frozen in the video frame, sitting on the stone steps outside the hotel.
She had maintained this position for over an hour, motionless, as the sky gradually lightened.
Yin Shixiu self-destructively pressed the play button, and the video started playing from the beginning.
This figure, wrapped in a white scarf, dressed in a light pink down jacket, holding a thermos, shivered at the hotel entrance waiting...
Burned like a branding iron onto his heart.
At this moment, Yin Shixiu understood everything.
He was no longer confused as to why Su Xiaomeng hadn't followed him inside.
No longer puzzled about why she returned home the next morning with a heavy and complex mood, yet pretended everything was fine in front of the servants.
And no longer perplexed about why she didn't trust him, why she wouldn't even give him a chance to explain.
From eight in the evening, until after seven in the morning...
