In the dimly lit room, Wen Qinxi lay on his back with his eyes wide open. The dazzling moon had already risen hugh in the sky with its magical rays shining through the curtain but Wen Qinxi found himself unable to sleep thinking too much. He couldn't even be bothered to admire the beautiful starry night lost in a sea of thoughts.
Qie Ranzhe seemed to have taken a huge blow from their last discussion because he hadn't seen him for seven days straight. The man was obviously somewhere around the Qie sect but Wen Qinxi couldn't catch even his shadow.
At first, he thought the man needed to fully digest the information so he gave him some space but he soon discovered that the man was actively avoiding him like he had some kind of infectious disease.
Fine, it was too much information to digest but this nerd was so anxious. Maybe it was because he knew this was the last world and he wanted to hurry things along but his anxiety resulted in sleepless nights like these.
