The light gradually faded, and night fell.
The surroundings fell silent, the faint sounds of the evening combining to form the stillness of the night.
Zhang Yi's home, although located in the city center, benefited from good urban planning. The neighborhood landscaping and soundproofing were well done, so it didn't feel noisy inside.
It was past eleven at night, and the lights in the neighborhood were dimmed by half.
In the empty master bedroom—
There was a rustling sound.
Even with the heating on, the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees instantly.
A soft sobbing could be heard.
Xiang Ruyu hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.
Ever since the incident a month ago, she appeared to be recovering on the surface, but only she knew that she couldn't get over the emotional hurdle.
Even in her sleep, she was plagued with nightmares.
Like now, after a dark sleep, those same disturbing nightmares reemerged.
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