Wen Changling got off work three hours late today.
Xie Shang drove to pick her up. Neither of them spoke on the way. Xie Shang didn't explain why he hadn't come home last night, and Wen Changling didn't ask.
By the time they reached Lotus Pond Street, it was already past eight o'clock. Xie Shang parked the car but didn't get out.
"Why are you so late today?"
Wen Changling looked weary, explaining, "Yan Cong wasn't doing too well."
Yan Cong, always Yan Cong.
The emotions that had been contained for too long had no outlet, and the two words "Yan Cong" ignited them like a spark.
"Wen Changling," Xie Shang said, using her full name with a heavy tone, "I'm your boyfriend."
Wen Changling's expression was tired, "Do you even mind that? Yan Cong doesn't have much time left."
"I mind."
At that moment, Xie Shang was very aggressive.
Wen Changling was genuinely exhausted today, "I don't want to argue with you."
