Lu Bancheng's mouth remained closed when he replied, "Mm."
As Xu Wennuan's body trembled, she looked down, turned her head, and buried it in her knees. Her trembling stopped, and the warm yellow lights on the balcony emphasized how thin and frail she'd become.
Lu Bancheng watched her quietly for a long time before retracting his gaze. The faucet handle in the bathroom had not been tightly turned off, and each pitapat he heard felt to him like a water droplet landing on his heart and causing a sharp, stinging pain.
…...
Gu Yusheng had been deployed to the border, where he was rarely able to use his cell phone. Before he had left Qin Zhi'ai, he had discussed with her that, regardless of whether or not he could contact her, he wanted her to update him at least once a day about what was going on at home. He promised her that, whenever he had the opportunity, he would read her updates and, if he had time, he would reply.
