The day of the land auction was drawing nearer, and Zhuo Xiangqiao busied himself even more. Sometimes, when Lin Yue woke up in the middle of the night, the space beside her remained chillingly cold.
In the morning, as she woke up, the space beside her was already empty, and only the creases left on the other side of the bed sheet could serve as evidence that he had been there.
Lin Yue hugged the blanket, burying her face in Zhuo Xiangqiao's pillow as a gleam of resentment and sorrow flashed in her eyes.
She didn't even know how long it had been since she had last seen Zhuo Xiangqiao.
As she thought about it, Lin Yue started counting on her fingers. After a while, she buried her head deep into the pillow in despair.
Ah!! She didn't even know how many days it had been since she'd last seen Zhuo Xiangqiao!
After some time, Lin Yue somewhat managed to compose herself and walked downstairs, to find the living room completely empty.
