"Bro."
Lu Qingchuan walked up slowly, standing in front of Lu Yubai.
Both tall and upright men were standing face to face. Lu Qingchuan smiled faintly, "Still not sleeping at this late hour?"
Lu Yebai pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and twirled it, his face indifferent. "Aren't you the same?"
Lu Qingchuan chuckled softly, nodded: "Then good night."
As he turned to leave, Lu Yebai's indifferent voice came from behind him: "You should keep some distance from her."
Lu Qingchuan paused, he didn't turn around. His words seemed to have an implied meaning: "I've kept my distance for ten years. So, I don't want to maintain it anymore."
"...."
Silently, the cigarette in Lu Yebai's hand was suddenly crushed by him. The scattered tobacco fell down, as messy as his feelings at this moment.
"She will not be interested in you."
He wasn't sure what his feelings were as he said these words. Lu Qingchuan in front of him just chuckled softly.
