Xu Jing dragged himself through the door of his penthouse, the exhaustion from a long day of filming weighing heavily on his shoulders. The grandeur of his surroundings—the tall ceilings, sleek furnishings, and the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing a stunning view of the city skyline—did little to lift his spirits. It had been a while since the luxury of his home had brought him any real comfort.
He dropped his keys onto the marble counter with a hollow clink and tossed his jacket over a nearby chair. He felt the emptiness of the space close in around him, like it always did. His family was wealthy, sure, and he lived in one of the most expensive penthouses the city had to offer, but all of it felt meaningless without someone to share it with.
Without her.
Ling Buyi.
He had managed to suppress thoughts of her for most of the day, throwing himself into work, but now, as the silence of the penthouse wrapped around him, she was all he could think about.
