On a night when the moon is as cool as water, looking out of the window, there is no other building higher than the one I live in, and the sky is all in front of me. Although it was night, I could still see the clouds, like torn cotton in the black and blue sky, very close to me, yet very far away. She gently broke away from the arms of the man beside her, wrapped herself in a blanket and sat on the table by the bay window. Her body was a little empty, probably because she was exhausted from the night, and she had contributed enough emotions. Her eyes reflected the light of the moon, blinking.
"What are you doing? Why don't you sleep?" The man on the bed asked her in a muffled voice. She didn't answer, her eyes didn't move, and she seemed to be still stuck in the scene outside the glass window. The man reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her off the bay window sill. She fell hard on the bed and just fell into his arms.
"What are you doing sitting there? You don't sleep at night." The man also woke up and looked at her sideways.
"Jiang Pu, don't come here again."
"Okay." He answered readily.
"I'm serious."
"I know."
"That's good, go to sleep." The woman closed her eyes.