Bai Xiaoyan left, and Wen Linyu felt a sense of relief.
He never wasted time on unnecessary people or matters, and this time was no different.
The phone on the dining table buzzed softly.
The caller was Wen Suihan.
Wen Suihan spoke about his marriage plan with Jiang Yi, and Wen Linyu was genuinely happy for him.
After finishing the call with Wen Suihan, Wen Linyu took a shower, poured himself a glass of wine, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, sipping amidst the night.
The temperature had risen lately, and it was no longer chilly even at night.
Wen Linyu was in a good mood, and the pale yellow liquor in the square glass seemed much smoother.
His reflection in the glass seemed so lonely, as if destined to die in solitude.
Perhaps the excessive loneliness made him think of Yu Ya, even An Yeqiu.
Once, when he was young and impulsive, he kept Yu Ya buried deep in his heart, afraid anyone would find out.
