Zhou Baiyu didn't do it after all.
There were too many people coming and going; he had no chance to make his move, and more importantly, were he to slip up, the consequences would be truly horrific. Most importantly, he still needed to continue observing.
He could genuinely feel that Zhang Haoyun trusted him greatly.
This trust seemed unfounded, but Zhou Baiyu somewhat understood it.
Those who once tried to commit suicide, after being saved by him, each became especially dependent on him.
It was as if merely persuading them to live on was the only tenderness they could feel in their lives.
Such people, upon meeting someone they thought was right, might reveal their other side unreservedly.
Zhou Baiyu didn't know what Zhang Haoyun's life was truly like.
The setting sun dyed the clouds red, a splendid scene unfolding just as Zhang Haoyun awoke.
"I don't feel like going to the bar tonight, Zhou Baiyu. Could you just walk with me?"
"Sure."
