Fourth World: The Ghost Of Su Xin's Past Mistress

As the golden sun rays shone through the ceiling to floor windows of this apartment building, Wen Qinxi's eyelashes fluttered but he didn't immediately wake up. It seemed the sunlight was disturbing his sleep so he mumbled, "Ran-ge, close the curtains," in a husky voice while pulling the quilt over his head.

But despite his incoherent speech he got no response. The quilt was meant to block out the sunlight but now he was feeling hot after wrapping himself up like a dumpling. Unable to bear it any longer, Wen Qinxi stretched out his hand to tap Qie Ranzhe so he can deal with the situation but who would have thought he would touch air.

After patting Qie Ranzhe's side of the bed a couple of times he realised that spot had long run cold so he abruptly sat up straight revealing a birds nest head of hair. He scanned the room with half-lidded eyes but the person he was looking for was not there.