The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Both of them lay on the bed, keeping a polite distance between them, as if an invisible line had been drawn down the middle.
It wasn't the first time they had shared a bed. In the past, there had been countless nights like this—during university festivals, late study sessions at chen's house, trips where they were too lazy to book separate rooms. Back then, it had always felt natural, and comfortable.But tonight, something was different.
Chen lay facing the wall, wrapped in the quilt, his back turned toward Xu Lin as though that alone could hide the thoughts crowding his mind. Xu Lin glanced at him for a moment before speaking.
"What are you going to do about Professor Xiao's confession?"
Chen's fingers tightened slightly over the blanket. "I haven't decided yet."
His answer came out quieter than expected. Xu Lin sighed.
"You should start thinking about your future now."
