By the time Yan Liqiang woke up, sunlight had flooded the bedroom through the window. It passed through the dark yellow curtains of the room, bathing the room in a warm, yellow light.
When Yan Liqiang tried to recall the incidents from last night, his mind went blank for two seconds before he shot up from the bed.
A faint fragrance lingered on the bed, but the pillow beside him was empty. Yan Liqiang pulled the blanket away and noticed the vibrant crimson spots on the sheets.
He leaped off the bed, rushed to the wardrobe butt-naked, and swung the wardrobe door open.
As expected, a set of clothes was missing.
Hua Ruxue had left. The incident from last night was nothing more than a spring dream that had vanished without a trace upon his awakening.
Yan Liqiang stood blankly before the wardrobe, feeling somewhat lost and empty.