As a result, Ning Ruixi spent the remaining half of the day completely unable to wallow in any sadness; she was tossed about by several days' worth of household chores until she was nearly overwhelmed. The chores themselves weren't numerous, it was just that the accumulated dust from not being at home needed to be cleaned, blankets had to be aired in the sun, and sofa covers and the like were all removed for washing. By the time everything was done, it was already evening.
By ten o'clock at night, the expected call from the man hadn't come.
Ning Ruixi thought for a moment and guessed the man must have been caught up in the "mission" he mentioned earlier, so she didn't continue to wait resentfully. She turned off her mobile phone, and although the quilt in the sun-dried bed was warm, her heart still felt alone.
Having gotten used to sleeping cuddled up with someone, suddenly being alone made the bed feel hollow and empty. No matter how warm the quilt was, her heart still felt cold.