The night time always reveals a person's deepest, darkest desires.
It peels away the masks one wore during the day, breaking the boundaries placed around one's heart, making one do what they did not dare to do normally.
The person Helan Fangnian missed the most, the only love that could move him was right before him. He could not control himself any longer, and he hugged her tightly.
"You don't know how much I love you…" he muttered.
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Helan Fangnian forgot how it all started and how it ended. Monica's name filled his entire brain.
It was one night of tangling in the sheets, one night of pure affection, one night of indulgence. Still, the night drew to an end at last.
When the day came, when the first ray of sunlight filtered through the window, the dream of sharing a bed for one whole night dissipated in the end.