After leaving the hospital, Yang Chen felt a bit suffocated. He drove on the highway at high speed for a while, only then feeling a sense of relief.
It was already around 11 or 12 at night, and various colored lights illuminated many places in the suburbs of Zhonghai. If this were a month ago, Yang Chen might have been interested in those pink lights at the hair salon, but now, if he wanted to indulge himself, going to Rose would clearly be more appropriate.
Occasionally, he thought about his own actions and found them somewhat inexplicable. Rose, who had always treated him well, received little care and attention from him. On the other hand, even just seeing Li Jingjing could make him happy for quite some time. This kind of woman, whom he neglected, and his thoughts of going to a snack shop at night to buy sticky rice dumplings for Lin Ruoxi...
