That was the reason why, from the very beginning, she had set her heart on Zhongli Wuzhi and had refused to let go.
"Alright, Niannian, go get some rest. You don't have to worry about father."
—Thank you, brother! You should rest early too, and don't overwork yourself. Your health is the capital of the revolution, oh!
Chiluo nodded, taking Chinian to her room.
The night was deep.
Zhongli Wuzhi sat on the bench by the river, the cool breeze gradually stripping away the warmth from his face, from his body.
He had a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling up...
He had lit the cigarette and taken only the initial drag before forgetting to continue, letting it burn out on its own.
The night was serene.
Only then did he realize that shedding tears has a sound.
At such times, he actually remembered... what Wen Nian had said, if it wasn't her, then it made no difference who it was.
