Ji Zeqiu's fever had subsided, but his body was still somewhat weak. Seeing that there were still two or three days left of his leave, his manager simply let him go home to rest.
Back at the apartment, after taking his medicine Ji Zeqiu lay in bed and drifted into a heavy sleep.
His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.
Ji Zeqiu dreamed he was curled up in a dark corner, endlessly waiting for Wen Li's arrival.
The ticking of the clock echoed in his ears incessantly, at first, he followed the ticking sound in his mind, thirty, three hundred, three thousand…
Gradually, he lost track of the count, was it millions or tens of millions?
The ticking sound continued, bit by bit torturing the will of his wait.
But the door remained tightly shut, with no one coming to find him.
He buried his head between his legs, biting his lips hard, just as he was about to give up, finally, there was a noise at the door.