After talking with Lu Ming, Lin Chu went back to his room and put the matter out of his mind.
His heart was already sealed in concrete, hard as a rock.
Watching his buddies still drowning in the throes of love gave him a strong sense of déjà vu. He saw shades of his former self in them.
But Lin Chu didn't find them annoying or troublesome. He just felt a kind of compassion.
It was a path every man had to walk.
Of course, it might be the wrong path, but who's to say what's right or wrong? Adults simply choose their path and pay the price for it without regret.
A little after midnight, Lin Chu's phone suddenly rang, the tone urgent.
He glanced at it. It was Da Xiong.
Lin Chu, who was in the middle of pushing a sled, answered casually. He had a feeling it was about the situation at sea—that there was news.
"Brother Chu! Good news! We found them! They're alive!"
'Hm?'
The news made Lin Chu pause for a moment, then he couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, that's great."
