"I'm not hungry." Pei Zhi stared at the LCD screen.
He watched television with Xue Jing for a while before walking to the window to smoke.
Outside the window, it was raining heavily. The lightning that struck the horizon roared like fireworks, but it was terrifying rather than festive.
The raindrops that were blown in through the window slapped his shoulder.
In just a few puffs, the fabric on his shoulder was drenched by the rain.
"Uncle, dinner is ready…" Lin Jiao came out with bowls and plates. When she saw his lonely figure, her smile suddenly disappeared.
Thinking that he might still be bothered by what had happened in the past, she put down the bowls and walked over.
Pei Zhi turned around when he heard the footsteps
Before he could say a word, he felt a warm touch on his forearm.
She closed the window that was letting wind and rain in.
