He couldn't help but sigh, at last, it was bright.
He turned around to lean on the cold concrete wall, tilting his mouth upwards at the pitch-black night sky.
Three years had passed, the room of the fiancée who abandoned him finally lit up again.
God knows how many times he had been here over these three years, how many times he had stood in this spot, looking up until his neck ached, then silently turning away to leave.
He thought he just couldn't accept why Yan Zao deserved it, why Cheng Xingzhi deserved it - never realizing his own sense of loss, unwillingness, and pain.
"Captain, what are you leaning here for?"
Wang Yang came looking, and seeing Lan Mu leaning against the wall looking up, lost in thought, he remembered how he once got drunk and collapsed here in a pathetic state, he actually felt a twinge of pity for this demanding boss.
Pah!
Why should he, who's salary barely passed ten thousand a month, pity a wealthy young master worth billions?
