Because it was late, Song Xiangsi didn't reply Qiao Anhao's WeChat message. She grabbed her phone and climbed out of bed, then put on a cardigan and walked out of the bedroom to find Xu Jiamu standing on the balcony alone, smoking as he stared out the window.
She didn't know how long he'd stood there or how much he smoked, but the smoke from the balcony traveled though the house, making it a little suffocating.
She turned the vent on, then slowly walked over to him.
With a cigarette in one hand, Xu Jiamu lowered his head as he looked transfixed at his phone. He didn't even notice when Song Xiangsi walked over next to him.
Lu Jinnian's voice came from his phone, and she could tell that it was from his interview yesterday afternoon.
In the cold, zero degrees temperature on the balcony, Xu Jiamu wore just a thin set of pajamas. Song Xiangsi turned back to the bedroom, grabbed a blanket, and went back to cover him.
