That night, there was neither wind nor rain, the moon was crescent and the stars were few.
Zhou Xufang was in a dream, unable to wake up.
"Jiang Zhi..."
She muttered in her dreams, uttering just those two words.
It was very strange, for the restless sleeper Jiang Zhi sometimes kicked Zhou Xufang out of bed without waking up at all, but sometimes when she was half-asleep, just two words were enough to rouse him.
After she called out to him, he opened his eyes almost immediately, feeling for the person beside his pillow, who was slightly struggling.
"Xu Fang."
"Xu Fang."
Jiang Zhi turned on the light and softly called her name.
"Xu Fang."
Only then did Zhou Xufang open her eyes, her pupils moist and slightly red. The pillowcase where she had been sleeping was wet.
Jiang Zhi gently touched the corner of her eye, which was damp, "Why are you crying again?"
