Cheng Ziang was restless as well; the events of the day had deeply wounded his heart. Despite appearing cold-blooded and resolute, he still had soft principles within him. The idea of others getting hurt because of him was something he could not accept under any circumstances.
He took off his mask and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. A part of the reason for this was Hu Daoke's snoring, but the main reason was the turmoil within his heart.
Cheng Ziang stared into the darkness, his eyes wide open. As he became accustomed to the dark, the boundary between having his eyes open and closed gradually blurred. He didn't know when, but slowly, he closed his eyes.
In that dreamlike state, it seemed like he had returned to a few days ago, to the encounter with that person.
"Hey, my name is...do you remember?" The girl stood in front of Cheng Ziang with her hands behind her back, looking somewhat shy.
