C246 Everything Is Self-inflicted

The wind blew outside the window, bringing with it the cold of early autumn, curling up as if wrapping itself around the thin blanket. It was not easy to fall asleep that night. He tossed and turned a few times, but still could not fall asleep. He felt even colder, but his heart was getting more and more agitated. Ye Cangyu, his name, his figure, his face