The bullet danced on the back of Ming Yang's hand.
Ming Yang's eyes revealed a struggle as he deeply sighed and collected the Spirit-breaking Bullet.
With both hands pillowed behind his head, his gaze was hollowly fixed on the ceiling, looking quite weighed down by thoughts.
He waited the whole night but didn't see Lu Zixun, who was supposed to come after Ming Yang.
When the first rays of morning light fluttered against the hotel room curtains, Lu Zixun yawned with a look of profound weariness on his face.
At that moment, Lu Zixun started doubting himself again, wondering if his conjecture was wrong.
Taking advantage of Lin Siyin not yet being awake, Lu Zixun hurriedly flipped off the covers and burrowed into bed.
Nosing lightly in the fragrance of Lin Siyin's shampoo, Lu Zixun gradually drifted into dreamland.
Fresh and energetic, Li Mengling banged on Ming Yang's door, "Beef Steak, get up for breakfast, we're going to the water park to have fun!"
