His father had taught him how to be a better person.
Everything he owned now he owed it to his father. Perhaps he'll never know what it feels like to be a father, but the word "father" meant too much to him. Lu Jin meant too much to him.
He grabbed his bag and from inside took out a pair of socks and shoes. These were his own shoes, packed by Ye Shuyun.
He slipped his shoes on and tied the laces. He felt a warm sensation at his back.
He turned around and saw Yan Huan, wide awake.
"Did I wake you?" asked Lu Yi, clutching her bandaged fingers.
"No. I couldn't sleep," said Yan Huan, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her chin against his shoulder.
56 hours had passed. It was almost 3 days.
The scenic Serene City was no more. This was the same Serene City she had seen in her past life—the cold, lifeless city was here to stay.
