It was getting late.
The weather was turning wintry, but it was still quite bright in the courtyard.
Zhang Ye stood in the yard and looked at the moon in silence. Footfalls approached from behind as a woman's coat was placed over him.
It was Wu Zeqing. "Don't catch a cold."
Zhang Ye glanced back. "Thanks."
Old Wu said, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhang Ye said, "I'm thinking about how screwed up a place the entertainment industry is."
The door opened and Li Qinqin walked out. "Little Ye, it's quite late, so why don't you stay over for the night? You can have the guest room. Although the bed is a little small, it'll be fine if you just squeeze in a little and make do with it. Your uncle is away on business and won't be home tonight. This way, Zeqing can stay over with me and you can also save the trouble of having to go back so late at night."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Sure, Auntie."
