Cheng Han was a little unwell that day. He didn’t eat much in the evening, and he didn’t want to play games or listen to a bedtime story. Instead, he kept crying for Cheng Weiwan to hug him.

Usually, Cheng Han slept at nine, but he didn’t finally go to sleep that day until half-past ten.

Cheng Weiwan, who tried to cheer Cheng Han up all night, was exhausted. She had no energy to write, so after she took a shower, she made herself a hot cup of milk because she wasn’t sleepy. She sat on the swing on the balcony while editing her work from the past few days on her laptop.

Time always flew by when she was at work. After her phone alarm rang, Cheng Weiwan finally realized that it was already one in the morning.

Because she used to pull all-nighters to write, Cheng Weiwan developed reoccurring headaches, so she didn’t dare work too late anymore. Although she still wanted to keep editing, she stopped herself and shut the laptop. She got up then walked into the dining room.

She poured a cup of warm water. After taking two vitamins, Cheng Weiwan turned the living room lights off. Just as she was going to head back to the bedroom to get some sleep, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Cheng Weiwan didn’t have many close friends that would come looking for her in the middle of the night. If it wasn’t Yinan Ge, it was Lin Muqing.

Cheng Weiwan didn’t think too much of it and opened the door right away.

So she really guessed right. It was Lin Muqing and she was carrying a box. “Wanwan, I ordered some crayfish and I can’t finish it all alone. It’s also boring eating alone, so I brought them here to eat them with you!”

Because Cheng Han wasn’t feeling well in the evening, Cheng Weiwan hadn’t eaten much. Now that she saw Lin Muqing with a box of food, she really was a little hungry, so she immediately let Lin Muqing in. The two of them sat at the living room coffee table and started to savor the crayfish.

At first, the two of them ate quite hastily because they were hungry. They slowed down after a bit.

As they ate crayfish, Lin Muqing and Cheng Weiwan talked endlessly about Cheng Weiwan’s new book.

After they more or less finished eating the crayfish, finished talking about the book, and Lin Muqing helped Cheng Weiwan clean up the table, it was already two in the morning. Cheng Weiwan was just about to tell Lin Muqing to wash her hands, go home and get some sleep when Lin Muqing suddenly said, “He’s downstairs.”

Cheng Weiwan didn’t immediately react as she stood over the sink in the bathroom and squeezed some soap into her hands. She repeatedly rubbed her hands with soap then asked, “Hm?”

Lin Muqing also squeezed some soap into her hands. After she half-heartedly rubbed it into her hands, she turned on the tap and started to wash her hands. After she finished, she finally replied to Cheng Weiwan. “I said he’s downstairs again, tonight…”

When Cheng Weiwan heard it the second time, she instantly understood who Lin Muqing meant by “him.” She instinctively wanted to place her hands beneath the tap to wash them, but she stopped. After just two seconds, she sluggishly said “Oh” then resumed placing her hands beneath the tap.

Lin Muqing leaned against the bathroom door and stared at the composed Cheng Weiwan for a while. After she turned the tap off, she spoke again while she grabbed a hand towel. “…When I picked up my takeout in the afternoon, I saw him, but he had his head down while smoking. He didn’t see me…”

The look on Cheng Weiwan’s face didn’t change in the slightest, as though the person Lin Muqing was talking about had absolutely nothing to do with her.

She wiped her hands clean and glanced at Lin Muqing then blurted out, “Hurry up and go downstairs to get some rest.” Then she turned off the bathroom lights and left.