Qiao Anhao was the warmth that Lu Jinnian had tried with all his strength to get near.
He once thought that he never had any hope of receiving this warmth.
But now he had gotten it. Yet he felt like he could lose it at any time.
He couldn't not admit that the words "Xu Jiamu" from her mouth instantly exposed his unbearably disheveled self of the past few months.
Lu Jinnian didn't go back to the bedroom all night. Instead, he was smoking for most of the night on the balcony of the study room until a slither of light escaped from eastern skies. As the bright red sunlight rose, he moved about with his body having become stiff from sitting for too long. He then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Lucy, it's me... Have you slept? It's nothing, haven't you always wanted to travel to China? If you have time lately, you can come over... Uh huh, I want to talk to you... All right, I'll wait for you to book the tickets. Tell me when, I'll come pick you up... Uh huh. See ya."
