Even though it had been more than half a year since they parted, Zhang Yantong had never forgotten about him. She still cared about him a lot. If it weren't for that, she probably wouldn't have come all the way from Tongzhou City to Jianghuai City to watch the trial.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen felt a faint sadness in his heart. Puffing on a cigarette, he walked along, exhaling thick smoke.
Leaving Jinsheng, Ye Chen headed straight for Xinhai Apartment. It was Saturday, and he wondered whether Liu Momo, that little Ni Zi, was home. With that thought, Ye Chen quickened his pace homeward. He suddenly realized that it was quite nice to have someone to care about. At the very least, when thinking of returning home, he could envision a warm shadow. That, too, was a kind of indescribable happiness.
