Lin Yan had a friend visit so late, and he felt somewhat awkward being here.
The two girls hadn't seen each other for a long time, with endless things to talk about. Lin Yan's eyes were sparkling, not at all like someone who was ill.
Lu Chenyuan stood by the window, where the cool moonlight wasn't dense. The lighting in the room was hazy, and though his profile was partly hidden, one could still discern his distinguished air.
Zhou Xiaoyue's gaze fell on Lu Chenyuan, and she asked incredulously, "Have you changed boyfriends? Is it still that guy from the village?" she whispered in her ear, "The old bachelor? Looking like this? Did he get plastic surgery?"
Lin Yan was peeling sunflower seeds, brushing the husks off her hands.
