Leah woke up in the middle of the night, inexplicably feeling cold, and suddenly woke up, looking at the indoor temperature, which was always constant.
She turned on the light, her hands and feet a bit chilled. The time was three o'clock in the morning, with at least two hours until dawn.
In the phone, there was the last message from Richard Shaw: "I'm home, I'll bring you breakfast in the morning."
Richard Shaw had sent a goodnight kiss emoji.
Leah got up, pulled open the curtains, and looked at the deep, dark night outside, feeling some suppressed panic in her heart.
Her nerves were perpetually exhausted, once awake, she could not fall asleep again; it was inappropriate to find someone to chat and kill time at this point. So she simply took her phone, turned on the corridor lights of the small villa, went downstairs, found fruits and snacks from the refrigerator, and casually picked a Hollywood blockbuster to watch, planning to fight until dawn.
