That night, Lu Xiao lay in bed with her eyes closed, trying to coax herself to sleep. Maybe it was because she'd napped during the day, but right now, she wasn't just not sleepy—she wasn't even the least bit drowsy.
After tossing and turning for a bit, she felt the bed was huge and cold. It felt completely empty, lacking any human warmth.
Inevitably, her thoughts drifted to Ares.
It just goes to show you how terrifying habits can be.
After just one night apart from Ares, she felt hollow—and couldn't even sleep—all because the other side of the bed was empty.
Lu Xiao lay flat on her back, thinking, 'Am I punishing Ares, or am I punishing myself?'
'Isn't this the exact kind of rotten move I hate most—one that hurts me almost as much as it hurts him?!'
The more Lu Xiao thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. She shot up, threw off the covers, grabbed her pillow, and stormed out of the bedroom.
'Why should *I* be the one suffering through this?!'
