More than a week later, the autumn scenery was a bit deeper. The clear skies and broad clouds always made one feel full of vitality, but for Song Shijiu, it in fact wasn’t like this. She constantly kept thinking about the promise Li Shiyi had given for “after you’re better”, yet Li Shiyi didn’t mention it at all, as if she had completely forgotten about it. Song Shijiu was absolutely not a woman whose mood was incredibly serious, but night after night Li Shiyi didn’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 should have the same thoughts in her mind. If Li Shiyi truly liked her. The verge of collapse, as if having degenerated, caused the recognition of every novel experience to cause one to have suspicious fine hairs emerge. Song Shijiu finished showering, and quickly sat at the table, reaching a hand out to touch the desk lamp on the wooden t