He leaned against the balcony railing alone, lit a cigarette, and smoked while replaying the dressing-down his father had just given him.
His father wasn't wrong, and neither was he.
'Maybe the world is what's wrong!'
Staring blankly at the scenery outside, he was in no mood to appreciate it.
At some point, Lin Wanyu appeared by the balcony door.
Watching the man smoke continuously, her heart suddenly ached for him.
She could tell something was wrong. If it was a money problem, she would definitely be willing to help him if he just asked.
But this man had chosen to shoulder it all himself.
She walked up behind Gao Yuan and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Startled by the sudden embrace, Gao Yuan dropped his cigarette and was instantly jolted from his thoughts.
He turned and pulled Lin Wanyu into his arms, and the two of them held each other quietly.
"Maybe I can help a little."
