Wen Xinya slept through the night till late morning. Last night, as she was not used to Si Yiyan hugging her to sleep, she had struggled for a long time but should have fallen asleep eventually due to fatigue. She had slept strangely soundly, not even affected by the torturous pain on her forehead in her sleep. She attributed everything to the fact that she was just too tired last night—she was not going to admit that it was related to Si Yiyan hugging her to sleep.
When she woke up, Si Yiyan was already gone. She looked at the empty space on the other half of the bed and subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch it. The space occupied by Si Yiyan was already icy cold—obviously, he had been gone for a while.