Wen Xiangyang looked towards Luo Feng. Seeing his eyes full of sincerity and earnestness, and considering they were halfway up the mountain, she agreed, "Mr. Luo, please drop me off at the bus station at the foot of the mountain."
"Alright." Seeing that Wen Xiangyang didn't want to disclose her address, Luo Feng didn't insist.
When Wen Xiangyang returned to the mansion, it was still eerily empty and chilly. She turned on the lights, which brightened up the room but didn't help to warm the cold night air in the least. The mansion seemed too big, too cold. She was tempted to move back to her little apartment.
She wasn't sure of what she wanted to do.
She just sat down on the couch and suddenly didn't feel like moving.
She didn't want to go back to her room either.
So there she was, all alone on the couch, the lights shining brightly as she gazed blankly at the ceiling.
Wen Xiangyang didn't know when she fell asleep. She just woke up the next day and found herself in her room.