In another part of the city, Lu Zhaoyang had finished her dinner early, showered, and went to bed. She took out her pocket watch and gripped tightly onto it, but could not find the courage to open it. Her forlorn expression betrayed the emotions she tried to hide from everyone else.
When she was working overtime last night, she had wept longingly for him. Huo Yunting must have seen her.
The bedroom lamps warmed her body. She brought the pocket watch closer and stared at it quietly for a long moment before uttering a quiet whisper.
"Goodnight."
Goodnight, Chen.
Sleep came swiftly. The thought of Huo Yunting's late return gave her peace.
Suddenly, she felt a hand gripped around her waist through the confusion of her sleep. She felt a bite on her neck, and sensed a faint smell of cigarettes.
He was back.
