I returned to Sang Qi's villa, but he wasn't there.
The aroma of Sichuan hotpot still lingered in the dining room; Sister Huan said she put the hotpot base in the fridge at noon, and it could be eaten in the evening after taking it out.
I had no appetite and, for the first time, said I wouldn't have dinner and went back to my room to sleep.
Sang Qi still hadn't returned, and by the time I woke up, it was already midnight.
The surroundings were eerily silent as I got out of bed and walked to the door to open it.
His room was right next to mine, and I wanted to check if he had come back.
Suddenly, his voice arose from the end of the corridor, "Looking for me?"
I was startled; thankfully, there were lights in the hallway; otherwise, I would have been scared to death.
Looking over, I saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets, and from afar, I could smell the mix of alcohol and makeup on him.
There was no need to guess where he had been.