The next day.
Early in the morning.
Ning Yiyuan woke up.
His haggard face and the huge dark circles under his eyes all indicated that he had trouble falling asleep last night and tossed and turned in bed.
Wasn't that so?
He was already used to being warm and soft, but he had to hug his pillow all by himself last night, feeling empty and cold. It would be a wonder if Ning Yiyuan could fall asleep!
At this moment, the first rays of the morning sun had just risen, and the faint sunlight shone into the room, bringing out an indescribable silence.
Ning Yiyuan pushed open the door and went downstairs. He immediately saw Ning Chen sitting on the sofa.
This person was still wearing the clothes from yesterday. He was sitting upright with his back straight. Just from the background, he showed the style of a soldier vividly and thoroughly.
He raised his hand to look at the time on his terminal, and his brows furrowed.