Jiang Sifan: [You get some sleep too.]
Jiang Silu: [Good night, bro.]
Jiang Sifan looked at the two words, a sudden warmth spreading through his heart.
Jiang Sifan: [Good night.]
After sending the message, he placed his phone by his pillow and stared at the ceiling.
Jiang Sifan lay on his dorm bed, watching the light filter in through the window.
'Maybe one day, I'll go see that room,' he thought.
'But not now.'
...
The next morning, Jiang Sifan went to the studio with dark circles under his eyes.
When Wen Wan saw him, she paused, a little worried. "Class President, did you not sleep well last night?"
Jiang Sifan grunted in affirmation and sat down to start on the accounts.
Wen Wan made him a cup of coffee, placed it by his hand, and said, "Here, have some coffee. It'll perk you up."
Jiang Sifan picked it up and took a sip, immediately frowning from the heat.
