Su Zhinian did not slow down but move even faster. He shoved the bathroom door open. Leaning against the sink counter, he closed his eyes and stayed quiet for two seconds before turning on the faucet to splash his face with water.
Su Zhinian raised his head to look at his face in the mirror, which was dripping with water, and his eyes started to redden.
Indeed… How is the progress with the girl that I love? What progress can there be but a loss of contact since she is going to be someone else's wife soon?
…
Sometimes, the speaker's intention might not match the message in the listener heart, and some things are not hard to find out.
After leaving his mother's place that night, the first thing Su Zhinian did was make a call. In just a few words, he managed to find the identity of the designer Song Qingchun was trying to make an appointment with.
