the night of late autumn was as thick as ink. the cold wind was like a bone-cutting knife, cold to every inch of one's bones.
after smoking the last cigarette, the eldest son of the gu family stomped on the cigarette butt and crushed it twice before throwing it into the trash can with a shaking hand. he secretly cursed the weather in the capital for being too cold.
he took out his phone, which had less than 20% battery left, and hurriedly sent a message to gu yuan.
[ little brother, don't forget that your brother is still waiting for you. ]
after waiting for a long time and not receiving a reply, a certain someone was a little anxious. even if it was not convenient for him to stay at home tonight, at least he could go back and get his id card to open a hotel. he could not wait any longer, so he called gu yuan.
"hello, yingluo." gu yuan's voice was as calm as usual.
"still busy?"
"what do you think?"
