Fu Qinglun wanted to take Lin Shiyu home.
"Brother Qinglun," Rong'rong called him again.
Lin Shiyu retracted her wrist slowly but with a firm stance. "Young Master Fu, I'll head home myself, you can go ahead with whatever you're busy with."
She prepared to leave.
Fu Qinglun didn't move, he stood in the spot, watching her disappear from his sight.
…
Lin Shiyu walked along the streets, she didn't hail a cab since the hospital was pretty close to her apartment. She treated it as a short stroll outdoors.
It was approaching winter and she had worn a black coat. The collars were flipped up and covered her jaw. She exhaled a steamy breath and lifted her eyes, looking at the night view.
She heard a string of footsteps, there seemed to be someone following her from behind.
She turned back and noticed a man following her. He had put on a cap and thus she couldn't figure out who it was.
