Lin Jing opened her mouth, not quite understanding how he knew she was unhappy tonight.
She felt she had concealed it quite well, not showing any cracks in front of him.
She stared for a moment, wanting to ask him how he knew, but as the words reached her lips, she realized that saying so would be tantamount to admitting that she was indeed not in a good mood.
"You can talk to me," Sheng Kuang said again.
Lin Jing blinked, remaining silent.
Sheng Kuang's tone was very light: "If you can't sleep in the future, you can come to me."
Lin Jing's eyes felt a little sore. She avoided his gaze, looking at the night sky outside the balcony, and feigned a lighthearted tone, "To play games?"
"Depends on you," Sheng Kuang paused, then added, "If you don't want to play games, we can do something else."
Lin Jing stared at the dark sky, blinking her eyes hard to suppress the moisture welling up in them.
Although she hadn't asked him how he knew she was unhappy, his words had already given her the answer.
She had told him an hour ago that she was going to sleep, but in the middle of the night, she hadn't slept and had gone downstairs to get water.
Often, in such situations, many people might not notice anything, but he was different, a thoughtful young man.
She rarely showed her vulnerable side to anyone, not even to her own mother, and certainly not to outsiders.
It felt like this was the first time someone had cared if she was unhappy.
Lin Jing's throat felt constricted. She swallowed hard several times before managing a faint "Oh."
Even though she had tried her best to appear calm, her voice still trembled uncontrollably.
She forced a smile and glanced back at him hastily, "I'm really sleepy, I'm going now."
Without waiting for his reaction, she darted to her bedroom door.
As the sound of the adjacent glass door closing echoed, Sheng Kuang withdrew his gaze and also closed his door, grasping the doorknob.
His phone was on the table. She hadn't noticed that his usual phone case, the same one as hers, had been peeled off.
Beneath the desk was a trash can, which she also hadn't noticed. Inside, a cracked phone case lay discarded.
Sheng Kuang let out a small laugh and picked up his phone.
There was a message in his WeChat that he hadn't had time to read or reply to.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Seriously, consider my suggestion and call customer service, otherwise I'll really regret it.
Lin Jing returned to her room and stood by the balcony glass door for a while, until her phone suddenly vibrated, bringing her back to reality.
It was a WeChat message from Sheng Kuang.
miracle: Regret what?
Xiao Jing Jiang: Regret that I was so foolish as to gift you skins.
miracle: …
Lin Jing thought Sheng Kuang wouldn't reply, so she put down her phone and went into the bathroom.
When she came out again, there was a screen recording in her WeChat, showing Sheng Kuang's game gift records.
Many people had sent him skins, all in an unaccepted state, including one from Qin Dandan.
Including the new skin that had just been released, several people had already sent him gifts.
But among these gifts, he had only accepted hers.
Lin Jing's heart skipped a beat. She rewatched the screen recording several times, and finally, not knowing how to reply, she put down her phone.
He didn't send her any more messages. The room was quiet in the dead of night. Her mood wasn't as bad now, but her mind was a mess, though she didn't know exactly why.
After an unknown amount of time, just as she was about to fall asleep, she vaguely felt that it wasn't her mind that was messy, but that she herself was changing.
She couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but something had indeed shifted.
Sheng Kuang rested his head on his arm, lying flat on his bed. He remembered the note he had found in the gap between her phone and the phone case when he had changed her case for her.
It was from when they were choosing a captain, and he had voted for himself, drawing his name in a perfunctory manner.
At the time, she had asked if those were to be thrown away.
No one thought much of it, but she had kept the idea of picking them up if they were discarded.
Could the young lady next door really just see him as an idol?
Sheng Kuang sighed and rolled over with a hint of melancholy.
He didn't know if the young lady next door was still suffering from insomnia, but he himself had lost sleep because of her.
Unable to sleep, Sheng Kuang propped himself up, leaning against the headboard, and began scrolling through his phone. As he scrolled, somehow he ended up in their chat history.
He swiped idly across the screen, and his fingertip accidentally tapped on a voice message she had sent him.
That familiar feeling of her voice resurfaced.
He tapped play again and, after listening to it several times, he looked up at the wall separating his room from hers.
Ah… it was her.
ps: The release planned for midnight didn't happen. Let's see about tomorrow? As compensation, I've added more chapters today, haha, speechless.
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