Having returned to Wei Ziyun's residence, Zhuo Xiangqiao flung his suitcase aside and threw himself onto the couch, his mind filled with the sound of Lin Yue's crying.
That evening, when Wei Ziyun arrived home and turned on the light, he was startled to see Zhuo Xiangqiao sitting in the living room. He patted his chest as he approached, "Why are you here in the dark? You scared me to death."
Zhuo Xiangqiao shifted slightly. Since returning from Lin Yue's place, he had remained in that same position, and suddenly the light turned on by Wei Ziyun made his eyes—now accustomed to the dark—somewhat uncomfortable.
"I just made a trip to Yueyue's place," Zhuo Xiangqiao suddenly said.
Wei Ziyun walked over, sat down opposite him, and suggested, "How about we go out for a few drinks?"
