Lu Jinchen returned to his room, opened his laptop, and buried himself in work. The clock ticked on, the silence of the house stretching endlessly around him.
By the time he leaned back and rubbed his temples, exhaustion tugging at him, the digital clock glowed 2:00 AM.
His first instinct was to check his phone. There was still no message from Xia Yuqing and this made him worry. He couldn't help but wonder where she was and what she was doing.
The urge to call her was so strong, but he ignored it. He closed the laptop and set it aside, lying down on the vast bed. The emptiness felt even greater now, the space beside him cold and bare. She had become his habit, and he loved it.
His fingers tapped against the sheets as he contemplated again. Should he just grab his car keys and go pick her up? Bring her home safely?
The idea seemed good.
