More than a week later, the sense of autumn had grown deeper. The clear skies and broad clouds always made one feel full of vitality, but for Song Shijiu, this wasn’t the case. She constantly kept thinking about the promise Li Shiyi had given for “after you’re better”, yet Li Shiyi hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if she had completely forgotten about it. Song Shijiu was absolutely not a woman with an incredibly serious temperament, but night after night, Li Shiyi wouldn’t touch her, and it made her unable to inhibit the rise of a sense of setback; she wanted to be intimate with Li Shiyi greatly, and naturally assumed that, if Li Shiyi truly liked her, she ought have the same thoughts in her mind. If Li Shiyi truly liked her. At the verge of collapse, just like deterioration, caused the recognition of every novel experience to make fine threads of doubt emerge on one. Song Shijiu finished showering, and quickly sat at the table, reaching a hand out to touch the desk lamp on the wooden ta...