Chapter 67

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the room was dim, blurring the distinction between day and night.

When Lin Mochen woke up, his forehead was still burning hot and his mind felt groggy, as if he was floating in the clouds. He got up to turn on the light.

The room felt especially empty. Her suitcase and belongings were already gone. They were gone when he came back yesterday.

Lin Mochen walked to the refrigerator, knowing he needed to eat something. As soon as he opened the door, the first thing he saw was a half carton of fresh milk. It was still the one he'd bought for her a couple of days ago.