Shen Mochen didn't immediately return to the node; instead, he went home, feeling a bit tired and wanting to sleep.
He didn't know why Fei Yumo couldn't, and he didn't want to delve into it now.
Maybe it was because the feelings weren't there yet? Who knew—since this person wasn't suitable, there was no point in wasting time. Shen Mochen was in a hurry now.
When he got home, he laid straight down on the bed without a care, having gone to bed late last night and gotten up early this morning.
The afternoon was the best time for a nap, and Shen Mochen fell asleep quickly, waking up only in the evening.
The setting sun slanted through the quiet, profound space, casting a strand of pale golden hair hanging by the bed.
"How come you're out?" Shen Mochen rubbed his eyes and, before she could speak, caught a whiff of the faint mint scent.
"Why can't I come out? I'm not one of your 0819," Catherine retorted.
