Gazing at the vermilion pavilions, observing the decorated chambers, reflecting the sleeplessness.
Before the sleeplessness, there was Lu Jincheng's abrupt farewell.
He knew well that with Guan Yongyi's personality, the rapid progress to this stage was partly due to favorable timing and location.
But more crucially, the "human element" was a movie that not only provided full support but also reminded her of her original family, a well-timed kitten, plus his well-measured psychological expectations.
Blended with alcohol, late night, and heartfelt truth.
All these objective factors combined could barely tear a corner off Guan Yongyi's thick mask, making her momentarily forget herself, close her eyes, and lean on Lu Jincheng's chest.
"It really isn't fucking easy!"
Even Mr. Lu himself rarely engaged in such a heart-focused, moral-kept, positional warfare.
No choice, since he had picked a difficult target, he had to bear the cost of dancing on the blade.
