Dinner passed.
Each person at the table had their own thoughts.
The atmosphere was peculiar.
Yet, the two men in front carried on as if nothing had happened. They occasionally chatted with each other, leaving the others as mere backdrop.
After the meal, the heavy rain was still pouring outside.
The whole world seemed to be submerged. A bleak coldness permeated the air.
The old man had already gone upstairs.
He didn't care about the thoughts in the others' hearts. He left the mess to them and walking away.
Fu Chi went out.
Looking at the scattered rain, the autumn rain was urgent, the cold invaded the bones.
Ke Qing stepped outside, stopping beside Fu Chi. She looked up at the man who resembled him so much, and finally offered a small smile.
"Congratulations."
Fu Chi glanced at her sidelong.
He nodded neutrally, "Thank you."
There was no warmth, only a bone-deep coldness.
