Zu He: "Psycho."
Zhou Sicheng: "I can't sleep anymore."
Zu He: "Then let's go out and have a couple of drinks."
Zhou Sicheng: "No, I have to get up early tomorrow."
Zu He: "What are you getting up early for?"
Zhou Sicheng: "A blind date."
Zu He: "You really are relentless, always on to the next blind date."
Lan Mu hung up the phone, looked out of the window, and chuckled to himself, continuing in this state for a good half hour before finally getting up and returning to his room.
Only a small lamp was on in the room, casting a dim light. Even with a wall and a door separating him from the bedroom, he could already hear the even breathing of the woman inside, which was inexplicably comforting.
Suddenly, he seemed to have found the reason why he longed to rush home every night—it was because of the presence of this person at home. Even if it was just to see her cold and aloof face, he still wanted to return to the home where she was.
