Lu Jing's pale complexion was more pronounced under the night sky.
He originally thought that just seeing her from afar would be enough, but upon actually seeing her, he realized his self-control wasn't as strong as he believed.
She was like a magnet, constantly drawing him closer.
Even her drunken babble carried an irresistible allure.
Lu Jing grabbed her hand, stopping her from moving, "You're drunk, I'll take you home."
Zhang Lingying stood still, her eyes wide as she stared at him, asking again, "Are you real?"
"Yes," Lu Jing replied helplessly.
Zhang Lingying immediately pushed him away, shaking her head at him, "You say that every time in my dreams, but when I wake up, you're gone."
Lu Jing: "..."
Complex emotions swirled in Lu Jing's eyes; he dared not delve into what Zhang Lingying's words might mean.
He feared that if he got too deep, he would drag her down into hell with him.
