Lu Jinnian pursed his lips, casually throwing his white shirt into the laundry basket. He made his way upstairs and looked in the medicine box in the corner mirror of his wide changing room. He took the cotton swabs and used all his strength to stretch his arm out to clean the wound on his back.
The pain brought an expression of discomfort to his face. There were some places he couldn't reach, and after a couple more unsuccessful tries, he eventually gave up. He closed his medicine box and stood half-naked in front of his floor-to-ceiling window.
The stars in the night sky, half-way up the mountain, were very clear. The shining lights above were dazzlingly beautiful.
Lu Jinnian stared at the sky for a while, until he saw a faint outline of Qiao Anhao's face appear among the stars. At that moment, he was completely transfixed, but his phone suddenly rang. He abruptly snapped back to reality to find that it was all just an illusion.
