Trade

Late at night, the room was a mess as if it hadn't been cleaned up in a long time. Those precious movements and profound music theories that so many people were eager for were scattered around, blown randomly by the night wind from the window, and noticed by nobody.

Ye Qingxuan lay amongst the books with a full ashtray before him. He put out the last cigarette and closed his eyes, but could not fall asleep. He just had no way to fall asleep.

A few days ago, he had not slept because of his concern of Charles. Fortunately, there was the Philosopher's Stone music theory in his body which made his physical condition stronger than normal people. He just needed to have a rest after thirty days of not sleeping, let alone ten days. He would not be at risk of a sudden death like others. However, with Charles safe, he found that he couldn't fall asleep.