Twenty years later.
Linhou glanced at the text message on his phone and huffed. "It will have to wait." He turned his phone off in case it gave him away later and took out Xiaomu's face powder which he had stolen from her room and rubbed it on his palms, then he stuffed it back in his bag and got ready to climb.
He was about to scale the wall to Han Xichen's house. He definitely had a death wish. Han Xichen was protective of his beloved daughter Yue and wouldn't let guys get near her unless he approved of them—and he definitely didn't approve of the boy who tried to kiss Yue when she was only fourteen. He was only fifteen himself and was acting under the influence of raging teenage hormones but he knew that he would never live it down in the eyes of Han Xichen.
Although Han Xichen was his father's close friend and he had been to this house more times than he could count, he didn't have the courage to show his face at 10pm and ask Yue out for a movie.
