An Ran's face turned pale without warning; to be honest, during this period of comfort, she rarely thought of Lou Hezhan.
Three years ago, she left for Tranquil Town, but she often thought of him, almost every day.
Couldn't control herself.
This time, returning from Tranquil Town after staying for a while was too painful for her. Painful enough to not want to reminisce, so during this month's escape, every time a thought of him appeared, it was always replaced by pain.
And then she stopped thinking.
Lou Hezhan's rough hand slid across the smooth table. He lifted it and saw not a speck of dust; he smiled at her.
"Looks like you've been doing well lately."
An Ran trembled.
Her lips quivered, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.
Lou Hezhan sat on the wooden bench in the living room; usually, he sat on a leather sofa; this was genuinely uncomfortable for him.
"So, this is the life you like?"
