Leng Youchen finished speaking, leaving the man in a fog, and turned away with a graceful demeanor.
Lu Feng leaned against the bar. He wasn't quite sure about his feelings. Was it because their identities had suddenly grown worlds apart before he even had time to tire of it, turning their relationship impossible and leaving him feeling lost, thus making him unable to forget?
Or was it because he'd already fallen in love with her and couldn't live without her?
He looked at the glass of ice-cold liquor, eventually picked it up and drank it all in one go, then slammed the glass down heavily, stood up straight, and walked away.
A crisp door-closing sound left the entire apartment in silence. Leng Youchen stood at the end of the hallway, gazing at the entrance. As the voice-activated lights went out, he withdrew his gaze with a sigh.
Knowing it's a path of no return, why choose to continue forward?
How many hearts in the world has the word "love" imprisoned?
