Had she once neglected the love Ye Che had for her, and was this swift retribution, to taste the feeling of being worlds apart despite being so close, of being beside someone yet unable to possess them?
Xia Weiyi lay back down on the bed, her eyes round and misty, staring at the ceiling.
The room was warmed by the air conditioning, but the other side of the double bed was icy and lonely.
Xia Weiyi listened to the beating of her own heart, without the noise of video games, without Ye Che's favorite sports program on TV, without the somewhat pungent smell of tobacco. She found the silence of the entire room so suffocating.
What was Ye Che doing now? Was he thinking of her, just as she was thinking of him?
Why wouldn't he answer her calls? Why did he turn off his phone?
Did he know that this was all the time she had left, the last of her time to love him…
