Li Zhiqian heard his response, and with a smile, he drifted into a dream, sleeping until evening. When he woke, the fatigue in his body had vanished. In the dimly lit room, he reached for his watch and checked the time; it was already seven o'clock.
He sat up, having slept the entire afternoon. His mind was a bit hazy, and he leaned against the bedhead to wake himself up before lifting the quilt and getting out of bed.
Walking out of the bedroom, the living room was dark, cold, and empty, just as it felt every night when he returned home recently—lonely and desolate. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the last glimmer of light fade below the horizon, while the street lamps by the riverbank had already lit up.
