Hang up the phone, Ye Nianmo stood up and paced outside the balcony. He just took a step. He stopped and stood quietly at the junction of the doorway and the balcony.

On the balcony next door, a girl sat curled up on her knees in a broad chair, her long nightdress wrapped her up, the moonlight on her side face was silent and sad, and she would never know that there was a man standing with her all night in the room next to her on that lonely night.

Ding Yiyi was awakened by the doorbell. She turned over and muttered, "Chengbao, open it!"

The front desk lady waited...