Don't Return to Ming City

"I'm turning in for the night. Jiahang, you should get some rest too," He Xiyan said softly and her voice sounded a little hoarse.

She pulled the blankets aside and crawled underneath her blankets. No matter how hard the person on the other end knocked against the door, she refused to get up.

Finally, the knocking stopped and silence seemed to descend upon the world. It was so quiet that He Xiyan could hear her the sounds of her own heartbeat and breaths. 

She stuck out her head from the blankets and the lamplight outlined her eyes that were already red, swollen, and brimming with tears. She pulled out a piece of tissue, wiped at the tears from the corners of her eyes and sniffled.

She didn't sleep well the night before and tonight, her insomnia worsened. 

She woke up early and left her warm bed covers early the next morning. Her complexion was so pale that she had to use a thick layer of foundation and eyeshadow to conceal her fatigue.