The sound of a yawn echoed nearby, and the girl stretched lazily before standing up.
The food had already gone cold.
The footsteps grew fainter and fainter, until no sound could be heard anymore.
The young man looked up, and the bowls on the table were gone.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air, as if it quietly hinted that the girl had once stayed there.
He sat there dazed, suddenly feeling an emptiness in his heart.
At this moment, the wooden door behind him was knocked upon, followed by a cold yet gentle voice.
"I'm heading out now. Do you need me to bring back anything?"
Shen You'an waited for a response but received none. Just as she was about to leave, a slip of paper floated out from the crack in the door.
Shen You'an picked it up and glanced at it.
Please don't call the police. I'll pay you back in the future.
The handwriting was neat and pressed deeply into the paper with every stroke.
Just like the young man himself, pale yet defiant.
