「The next morning.」
Jiang Qingli was woken by her alarm.
When she reached out to turn it off, her hand met empty air.
Blinking her eyes open, a little disoriented, Jiang Qingli realized she was alone in bed. There was no sign of Gu Nian.
He was usually the clingy one.
Almost every Saturday, she woke up to find him propped on his pillow, watching her. The moment their eyes met, he would flash a sweet smile and gently nuzzle her cheek with the tip of his nose.
Jiang Qingli sat up and scanned the room, finally spotting a figure on the balcony.
The young man stood in the wind, his white shirt billowing. His slender figure looked unusually lost.
Jiang Qingli slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom to freshen up.
The moment she took a step, the young man on the balcony froze and turned to the side.
But he forced himself to stop and turned back around.
Jiang Qingli vaguely saw him with a long, thin object sticking out of his mouth.
