That night, Mo Shangjun and Chen Lu drank until midnight.
The barbecue restaurant's clientele had dwindled without them noticing, leaving only two or three tables occupied.
It was Mo Shangjun who supported Chen Lu as they left.
Watching the one who could drink the most, who was always the first to fall.
She helped Chen Lu all the way to the door of his noodle house, barely opening it when her phone started to ring.
Letting the phone ring, Mo Shangjun helped Chen Lu inside, found a random chair for him to sit on, and then went outside with her phone.
The call was from Mo Shangshuang.
Mo Shangjun called back.
"Brother."
Holding the phone to her ear, she slipped her free hand into her pocket, her voice carrying the coolness of the night wind.
"When are you leaving?"
On the other end of the line, Mo Shangshuang asked directly.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mo Shangjun shifted her stance, facing the night breeze, and said, "Tomorrow."
"I'll see you off," Mo Shangshuang said.
