Zhou Lin didn't come back?
It wasn't until Cheng Zhiwei sat up that she noticed a flickering red dot on the balcony.
Zhou Lin hadn't failed to come back; he was smoking on the balcony.
Although the two had only recently started sharing a bed more frequently, Zhou Lin had never smoked in the room before, clearly, his decision to smoke at this time must be related to Bai Zhuzhu.
As she was guessing, Zhou Lin finished his cigarette and came in from the balcony, bringing with him a gust of autumn wind that instantly dispersed the warmth of the room.
Zhou Lin didn't expect Cheng Zhiwei to be awake and after a few seconds of silence he asked, "Awake?"
Cheng Zhiwei silently pulled the blanket up to her chin, "Did it rain?"
"Mhm."
After another half a minute of silence, Zhou Lin said indifferently, "Today is Bai Zhuzhu's funeral."
Cheng Zhiwei's heart skipped, and she quietly watched Zhou Lin, "Are you going?"
