The sky gradually brightens, and Tang Yige watches the morning light slowly filter into the room through the floor-to-ceiling window, but her heart remains desolate and dim.
Despite being stubbornly held in Rong Sinan's arms, his steady breathing from above suggests a facade of sleep.
Yet Tang Yige knows that, like her, he too hasn't slept all night.
Perhaps he understands as well that continuing this entanglement will only lead to mutual pain.
Having been held so tightly by him all night, she's drenched in sweat, her clothes sticking to her skin, feeling uncomfortably sticky.
Tang Yige slightly furrows her brows, raises her gaze to the man above her with his eyes gently closed, and speaks in a raspy voice, "I want to go to the restroom."
Sure enough, Rong Sinan slowly opens his clear eyes, his gaze tinged with traces of bloodshot, and tightens his lips as he looks at Yige.
"You have to let go of me so I can go," Yige says.
Rong Sinan frowns, "Are you okay to do so?"
