Lang Fai POV
Lang Fai woke up groggy from the cold.
Swiftly removing Li Wei's clothes from around his form, which he had created a nest in, he stepped out of the closet and grabbed his phone off the bedside table, checking the time.
3:55am
Sighing, he tossed the phone on the bed, and looked out the window.
Lang Fai wanted to cry. But the tears wouldn't come. He had cried so much a few hours earlier that his eyes were red, dry, and puffy. He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning and still didn't feel hungry. The only thing, or rather person, who concerned him at the moment was Li Wei.
Not able to sleep any longer, Lang Fai rose from the bed, and dressed himself in Wei's clothes, breathing in his scent.
He stared at himself in the floor length mirror that leaned against the wall right next to the closet.
He looked like death itself.
Cheekbones gaunt, eyes sunken, and also much thinner than before.